Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-04-12
PIERRE BON4PARIE.

A Paris correspondent of the New York
Tribune, who attended the trial of Prince
Pierre Bonaparte, describes the prisoner
as follows
Finally, the prisoner comes in accom-
panied by an officer of the guard, and a
murmur expressive of what sentiment
cannot be determined, runs over the whole
assembly. His portraits resemble him
strongly when at rest, but OF course can
not give any idea of him when he is
reused to anger as we have had repeated
opportunities of seeing him since the first
day He is dressed in a black dress-coat
buttoned up, trousers of purplish black,
so dark as hardly to show their color, 4
vest Of black silk, a white neckte. and
salmon-colored gloves he wears no orna-
ments of any kind, and his appearance,
if his head could be kept out of sight, is
very respectable With his head in tull
view, however, he looks exactly, rs one
of the newspapers described him, like Il
butcher in his Sunday clothes.
| 1t is difficult, for me impossible, to look
upon this man without horror. The muir
derer of six or seven men, in cold-blood,
the violator of women, the political rem
egade, the deserter, the victim of the
most brutal passions-how it is possible to
see him come into court, sit at his ease,
irreproachably attired. addressed by the
Judge with a gracious politeness that con-
trasts most strikingly with the treatment
accorded the witnesses for the Noir family,
and allowed full liberty to hurl insults and
furious abuse at the witnesses, and even
at the very advocates, not having been
even rebuked until to-day, and then, be-
cause it was necessary, as will be seem to
cover up the undeseved severity of the
court to Monsieur de Fonviellc by a show
Of severity to the accused, who was the
sole cause of the difficulty how is it pos
sible to sit and see and learn all these
things, without a natural sentiment of in
dignation, without feeling OF disgust ?
Still, | wish to be Just. desire, being
sent here as a chronicler to chronicle truly,
and will attempt to describe the so-called
Prince rs he really looks. He is a man of
powerful build, with a broad chest, broad
bottomed, large arms and legs, and a
small, fiat head-small, that is in proper
ton to his immense body His hair is thin,
and what little he has in front is SO ar
ranged as to make his head look still fiatter
than it is, being drawn in straight line
at the top of his forehead from side to side.
Hejw ears greyish beard, and moustache
that nearly covers his small mouth, with
its thin, white lips, that are often made
winter still by deadly, inexpressiblo
smile. His eyes are small and mean. and
he rarely, if ever, lifts their lids, but sits
bolt upright. with his small, neatly-g loved
hand on either thigh, and looks down up
on the floor. As he sits there-~still, silent,
impassiye-he is simply repulSive-looking.
I should think little child would be
afraid to go up and touch his knee. But
when. as he has repeatedly done, he
bounds out of his seat in violent rage at
something said by witness or by one OF
the advocates, his arms close to his side
and his whole body inclined strongly for
ward from the middle (always the same
attitude, sitting, and the same attitude,
standing), while his thick, muffled, disa-
greeable voice comes out in a stutter of
blind rage-a thrill of disgust, cry of
shame, runs through even this imperialist
hail. that all this must come in its proper
| place