The weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1869-18??, 1870-05-04


From the San francisco Chronicle.l
Almost every day at the entrance of the
Occidental Hotel, on Bush street, may be seen
an old lame Cinnamon, who importunes US
for aims. A countenance traced with the
burrows of care and starvation is in no way
improved by its total abstinence from water.
And yet, who of the many that bestow
passing glance on that weather-beaten, dirt
begrimmed face, thinks for moment that in
those shrivelled old vein courses blood of
royalty? Yet this is even so. Fifty-one
years ago all the bright dreams OF Oriental
luxury were his. He, the youngest of five
brothers, had for his father no less per-
sonage than the sovereign Of the Celestial
Empire. Until his tenth year, reared in the
splendor of that court of which so much is
told and yet so little known, he had not a
wish that was not at once gratitied. Man
darins of high rank were glad indeed to
wait on this scion of royal house. He,
with his brothers, had each their little court.
To one was allotted the care of the royal
fowls to another, the royal sheep; to an
other the royal goats; and to him belonged
the care of his mothers pet peacock. Sine
cures that exist in all well-regulated govern
So he grew up happy in the execution of
his duties and the paternal commands. Al
ready had he been promised the command
of the Thibetan frontier.
Far from the capital, in the country where
the rebels were most powerful, we can well
imagine CONSERVATION caused his mother at
this intelligence impaired to her by her ia
vorite son. Even at that early age he was
eager for this martial life. He dreamed only
of great deeds and wars alarms and when
his mother gently braiding his tiny little
queue, would gaze into hsr boys bright
eyes and read there the language which
they spoke, her heart alternated between
hope and fear A gentle little maiden had
long been his betrothed. She, too, felt the
pangs of parting, which his hopeful, chafing
heart had not time to feel. Bright, bright
indeed, was the future for him; and
yet one short night cast him from his airy
height even to the depth into which he has
sunk. One of those sudden revolutions to
which that kingdom is so subject hurled
his father from his throne, and caused the
murder of all who loyed and honored him.
Through the fidelity of an old servant this
prince was saved from the general butchery.
Still, his name alone would have been his
death warrant at any time. So he lived in
poverty and constant dread, summed by all
and stunning all. When the first cargoes
of Chinese were sent to our State, he, well
coming this opportunity for escape from an
atmosphere of death to him, struggled him
self on board one of the ships. The close
confinement which he had to undergo, and
the tossing of the cargo il the hold, ruined
his health and crippled him for lie. Too
weak to beg, and too honest to steal, moth
ing was left him but to accept the bounty
which the stranger in strange land saw fit
to bestow upon him. Who can tell the
pangs it cost the proud heart before it could
descend to this As you see him now he
has lived for the past ten years.
Through the aid of an interpreter we
CLEANED the sad history of the poor old
prince. That hardship and want may have
affected the brain of the unfortunate is more
than likely; but his tale is told with so much
apparent truthfnlness, so much earnestness
that we have thought it worthy the hearing
of our readers. Brighter was his starting In
life than one in ten thousand; dark, darker
perhaps, in its closing than one in ten mil
lion