The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1870-08-26
NAPOLEON.
NAPOLEON.
"Reminiscences of the Emperor I'm
America.
His Habits and HaUnts I'm HObeken.

His Habits and HaUnts I'm HObOlEen
LFrom the New York WOrIdI
A few years ago it was announces
through the newspapers that a presen
of a golden chalice had been sent b.
Napoleon 11I,-the Emperor Of tht
French-tO the Rev. Mr.. CauVin, 0
Hoboken. Many no doubt care but lit
tie to inquire the Otive Of this freal
of generOsity-e expressions Of gratitude
Re- it should be called. The ruler Of Francs
no doubt has many faults, but a lack o
gratitude, since he has obtained means
of showing it, cannot be fairly imputed
to him. Since rising to his present
dazzling position he has never been un'
mindful of benefits receive lin the hOul
Of adversely, and of this the above
mentioned present is an instance. II
was sent to the good father in return
for kindnesses and hospitality received
at his hands in the swamp town of HO-
boken, and when Napoleon III. was a
Wanderer in America, poor and COM
paTatiVely friendless, not knowing of
ten were to get a bed or a breakfast, in
the unhappy days of his youth, long
before the coup de'etdt, when he was
plain Louis n. BOnaparte. The good
, Catholic priest of HObOken can even
now, in his declining years, be made to
/ A4S5AD up anu 0Jct4h4C AuIO SO4uCJAllllR VI
the bygone French Vivacity of his
youth when the name of Napoleon III.
is mentioned. He has many anecdotes
of the modest and somewhat taciturn
young man-eVen then so fond of
smoking-Whom he received often at
his house, and who often set at his
board and drank bottle of his modest
claret, before imported wines reached
the exorbitant figure they have to-day.
The writer has often seen the French
Emperor riding on horseback with his
guard, in an open barouche with the
Empress, or sauntering apparently
alone in the gardens of the Tuileries.
CONTRAST.
What contrast the biIe-cOlored, to-
baccO-stricken, palid countenance
the ruler Of 40, with the reins of an
empire in his hands, and that small
gray, passiOnless eye, that never
cleaned or frightened, and seemed ca
pable of but one expression, and that
as if it was never looking at anything
near, but straining and peering at some
thing in the distance-the heavy, long
nOse-the heaVy-jaWed, sensuous, but
clever mouth-the square, rather low
| fOrehead-the long bOdy-big, labOrer's
hands-the stumpy, bowed legs and
small feet-the square set of the shOul-
ders, to which a short, thick neck at
| tsR hes head covered with auburn hair
what a contrast to the young man
who spent so many years of his life
WaAderer and an Outcast in America.
And yet the man has changed but lit
tie in reality since he ascended the
throne; and, instead of speaking of
contrasts, we perhaps could note more
marks of similarity between Napoleon
III. of the Tuileries and Louis n. Bo-
napart of HObOken.
SKETCH OF THE YOUTH.
He was then as now taciturn with
strangers to an embarrassing degree,
| but with any with whom he was init
mate, and whose confidence he relied
on, he was as free of speech as man
need be. He was never even then with
out his cigar or cigarette, and was
| fond of smoking on the streets or in a
ramble on the Bergen Heights. He was
never weary of admiring the view of
the Hudson, Staten Island, Long Is
land and the Bay, that was to be OBJ
tanned from a spot here and there. One
of the greatest privations of his royal
or imperial state is that which cOmpels |
him on so many occasions during the |
day to forego his cigar. OF his own
will, it would never be out of his
mouth.
HIS RESIDENCE IN HOBOKEN.
He lived in Hoboken at time when
Hoboken had not attained its present
dimensions and did not even seem like |
ly to rise at any time from its quiet !
ducklike rest on the sea shore, to eX-
pand its wings over the swamps of the |
hill beyond when, in fact, it was a |
mere village and nothing more. His
abode " as for many years on Bloom
field street-Or what is now Bloomfield |
street-in quarters of no pretensions
to aristOcracy or even gentility. His !
room was on the attic of large frame |
building, the first basement and first |
floor of which were occupied by stores,
and the intervening stories by mechan-
les boarding and lodging.
The room looked to the east. There |
were no decorations on the wall but |
such as the plain boards afforded, and |
no furniture except small iron bed |
stead, three chairs-tWO small ones and |
kind of armchair, in which he sat |
when he wrote.
HIS WARDROBE
was of the scantiest material, and some |
times he presented as sorry specimen |
Of seedy gentility as you need look at, |
in wOrn-Out and thread-bare coat. |
How he succeeded in appeasing the |
wants of the inner man was q mystic |
ry that soon attained solution in the |
nelghbOrhOOd when he was seen under !
cover of the night to steal out and buy |
some lOaves of bread at the adjoining |
bakers.
WINE AND TOBACCO.
He always managed-how, few could
tell-to have good bottle of wine in
his room and never to be out Of tObac- !
co. All! this inveterate smoker
nephew of his uncle-in this respect, |
too, how different from the man who !
drew the smoke of the Persian Embas- |
sador's chibOuk into his stomach and !
was laid up for a week in consequence |
of that solitary attempt at smoking.
A FAvORITE HAUNT.
He was the very best customer of !
little Alsatin Frenchman named Sam |
glOt, who kept tobacco store opposite |
him, and many discussion took place |
between them. Napoleon, who is, per- !
haps, in temperament the least of a |
Frenchman of all men to-day living, !
seemed to take huge delight in drawing
out his excitable neighbor on topics |
that were likely to excite him.
1t was amusing to see even then the /.
quiet mastery with which the young
controller of men, because controller of
himself preserved his empire in dis
cussion with his white-headed but |
highly-irrascible opponent. OF all
things under the sun NJ. SanglOt |
loved the eXiled Bourbon family, and t
though he could not hate the Little |
Corporal who had done SO much for
France, yet he found much difficulty in
reconciling his love for the BOurbOns |
with the hero of Lodi and the cOnque- |
ror of AusteTlitZ.
And the contradiction in which he
involved himself so unwittingly gave |
intense amusement to the quiet young
man, who puffed away at his cigar /
with scarcely a change on his cOunte- /
nance, if we except a gIeam of laugh |
ter lighting up the small, expression |