New national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1870-1874, 1872-03-28

stones. 1nefe was cry oil noTror, ana she /
lay below mangled and dead. -
When, few years afterward the prince |
fell i'll, a white woman appeared in the outer
corridor of the castle. One of the officials OF
the place received her in an opposite wing OF
the building she raised her arms and pointed, |
with a demoniacal smile upon her lips, to the |
chamber where the sick man lay. He recog- |
nized the widow whom the duke had loved |
he hurried towards her, but the apparition
vanished. With the breaking day, the prince |
breathed his last sigh.
81 certainly do not believe in the existence
of the White Lady, continued the prince
but here is, nevertheless, circumstance
that concerns myself, and which, at the time,
made deep impression upon me. Mymother,
the king S sister, lay sick in Lausanne, yet
not dangerously so in the estimation of the
physicians, and her state caused no anxiety.
One night Il was living at that time in the
old castle) heard an extraordinary commo-
ton. What is the occasion of this uprOar:
Why is this noise: asked. The White Lady
has just passed through the familiar gallery
and knocked at my door. The guards had
seen her, and were rooted to the spot with
horror.
"'Set off at once for Switzerland said
the king to ME. L tremble for my sisters
life
s. I started Immediately for Lausanne. My
mother lay upon her death-bed. l received
her last sigh.
- will relate now to you," continued the
Prince Napoleon, many well authenticated
appearances of this same White Lady. You
may think of them what you will;
Might had fallen upon the city of Stuff
CART, and the thousands within its walls were
slumbering peacefully. What breaks the deep
stiffness" A carriage, drawn by six horses,
rolls over the pavement. 1t stops before the
old castle. The steps Of the carriage are let
down, and, i'll the sight of the guards, who
were looking from the corridors above, the
White Lady descends. The door does not
open; but she passes quickly through it, as if
its solid framework was no thicker than the
mist of night With her accustomed solem-
nifty, she glides through the well-known cor
ridor; the guards dare not move. And what
happened in consequence of this appearance
Duke Ferdinand Won Wurtemberg, the uncle
of the present monarch, died.
Sat the time when my father was King of
Westphalia," continued the prince, g his
minister in Prussia wrote to him the following
letter, which have read and preserved:
'''There is nothing new in Berlin except
that the court is in a state of great excite
ment over the appearance of the White Lady
in the castle. But 1 believe myself that this
will give rise to no serious consequences, for
all the members of the royal family are enjoy
ing, perfect health
"Soon after this letter, dispatch arrived
| announcing the death Of the young Queen Of
Prussia.
''Here ends the narrative of the young
PRINCE" said the Major, as he closed the
book. +" Some years afterward l myself
learned these additional instances, which
will relate to you. The wife of the present
King of Wrtemberg, sister of the Emperor
o1,p1n afern1 70 harh a1
All at once the door of her chamber flew
open, as if blown by the wind. Shut the
door, said the queen in a tone of surprise.
The lady who was sitting by her bedside
reading to her, rose and obeyed her command.
When she returned to her seat, she saw the
White Lady sitting in her arm chair. Two
days after the queen died.
Il have also heard that when. about fifty
years ago, the reigning head of another royal
house sought the hand of an Italian princess,
the mother Of this princess inquired of pious
nun concerning the future of her daughter.
. \ our daughter will be happy but, in the
thirty-litth year of her life, she will be called
away from this world
1.-THE princess assembled the throne with
the conviction that a brilliant life, but short
one, was before her. She often spoke of it
to her children, for as yet she had not begun
to dread her thirty-fifth year; it still lay
long way before her in the future. But the
years passed quickly by, and the nearer she
approached the fatal year, the more she
thought to Danish from her mind the recollec-
ton of the prophecy. Finally she ceased to
speak of it. Her thirty fifth year arrived.
One day her little daughter, a girl Of eight or
ten years. who afterwards assembled distant
throne, fed Mortified, to her mother, with the
words
"There, behind the chair, have just seen
6. What?'
"'The White Lady!'
"Fear not, my child, answered the mother,
she comes not for you. She is calling me!
Ny time is come y
''And, on the following day, she died"