The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-02-04


nasty. "You see, he said. "our main trouble is
the Empress She has no sympathy with the Ma
poleon party or principles except so far as it may
lead to her sons advancement And who Is her
son, prayY kindly boy whose soul is wrapped
up in his mother ard the priests. Well,
II we want priests to govern France let
US take the Old Count de ChambOrd, who win
give us cabinet Of Jesuits. NapOleOnism respects
the Pope, but does not surrender its policy to the
Pope. Then We want to strengthen the dynasty.
Suppose anything happens to the Prince ImperialS
God save him we all pray; but he is only q lad.
and not over strong. Then comes Prince Ma
poleon-the only Napoleon who has anything like
his uncle's genius-the only one who can
claim royal blood outside OF the Bonaparte line.
He Is a connection Of the reigning families, as
descendant Of the King Of Wurtemberg, and his
wife Is daughter OF Victor Emmanuel. And we
must not underrate the value OF this alliance King
Victor s now the strongest ruler in the Latin
countries. He rules united Italy, his son governs
Spain, and with his daughter Empress of France
and the House Of Savoy blended into the House
of Bonaparte, we should come near to our dream
OF Latin confederation"
"That is something like dream" said.
"The great Emperor had it. Napoleon III. real
tied 1t. To France-and especially to Spain and
Italy-t is OF more consequence than the personal
ambitions OF the gO0d, kind woman, who is up
stairs there saying her prayers to two priests.
Mind, am not disavOwing any allegiance to the
young Prince. But these Jesuits here are doing all
they can to divide the party by heapng reproaches
upon Jerome and the other members OF the family.
We are not strong enough now to quarrel Nor
would It Devise or. patriotic TO quarrel with the
King Of Italy We must draw near to him. and to
Spain and Portugal who are now united with the
House Of Savoy In blood and marriage. am more
friendly to Napoleonism than am even to Napo-
leon w."
THE LYING IN STATE
The lying In state was arranged for Tuesday.
There were to be many antecedent preparations In
the way Of embalming and upholstery, and arrang-
ing chdpeue drdente. So when we came again
to Chiselhurst, on Tuesday morning, to pay our
last respects to Caesar, we found the stations
crowded as though 1t were a Derby day. The
weather was fine for England, and exceedingly
warm. considering it was January Public an
nouncement was made that all who came would do
we'll to wear mourning, and your correspondent
expressed his sorrow in pair OF black gloves.
'Going to see the Emperor, sir, suppose, SIR"
said my Strand shopkeeper, as he worked the
gloves on my fingers. eyes" I replied. "Great
man, he was, sir; yes, indeed, sir, and true friend
to England Very kind to the poor, sir; took or
his hat whenever he saw a poor man, sir, and was
very kind to his people. He was good to England,
and we all feel very sorry. wish could 60 my
SELF / would put Grape on my hat. Per-
haps, sir, you would like a bit Of Grape
on yours, SIR" Your correspondent thanked the
tradesman and intimated that his grief was suii-
GENTLY expressed by the gloves-that Grape might
be an exaggeration. But England was in mourn
ing If one could read the signs in the twenty-five
or thirty thousand who swarmed around Chisel-
hurst. All kinds of black hats and black gloves
and shiny black coats that had not the sun for
q season or two-black ribbons and mourning wells
were worn everywhere. There was a rush from the
station as though admttance depended upon &C.
lerity. But upon our arrival we found Camden
House In state OF SIEGE All around over the
damp heath and along the roads were hundreds OF
carriages and thousands of people, looking like
country camp meeting or a public execution in
some OF our American communities There were
few tradesmen doing business, however. An old
woman or two offered cakes and ale to the hungry.
dismal old man. whose hat alone was In mourning,
offered Memorial cards Of His late Majesty the
Emperor Napoleon" for twopence. A French
merchant had bought a large quantity
of yellow immortelle wreaths from Pere la Chaise,
which he retailed at two shillings each, being q
large advance on the Paris quotations. The crowd
was like all crowds. The police kept the gates,
now and then pursuing some adventurous BritOn
who climbed the wall and expelng HIM amid great
enthusiasm. We watched the mob little while,
in company with Mr.. M. d. Conway, Of the Cncin-
natl Commercial and in time admitted by the
intervention Of that guardian angel who watches
over gentlemen Of the press-through back gate.
THE CHAPELLE ARDENTE.
Once in we scurred along from one door to
another until little knot OF policemen called out
in encouraging terms to hurry while we had
chance, for there was fresh batch coming. And,
sure enough, on looking back down the avenue Of
trees, hundred or two OF honest English men and
women were coming at full speed mainly dressed
in black and carrying umbrellas, running as
though there was racing match for
O cup or purse. We TOOK advantage
OF the admonition and passed over the low step
into the door. There was q long, narrow way
draped In black. line OF policemen passed in,
saying in composite phrase, keep going-Sn
UOus platt." The passage was SO dark that one
could not even see the faces OF our guides. Then
came heavy sense Of odors-the perfume OF vio-
lets and roses-and in q moment we were before
His Majesty the Emperor Napoleon.
IMPERIAL MAJEsTY's LAST LEvEE.
What with hustling and jostling and necessary
railroad bothers, the mind was scarcely prepared
for the honors Of this august presence-for the
emotions that one would certainly feel upon seeing
this mighty, puissant prince
His Imperial Majesty was in an easy position, the
head higher than the feet, looking out upon you
with calm glance. Yet we are not surprised at
this impassve recognition when we remember
the halfclosed eyes, the slow-moving pace, the
spbynx-like immobillty OF feature with which he
was wont to accept our homage in the Tuleres
The mustache seems to be tribe grayer than
usual, and we note that its threads hang loosely
over the severely pressed lip instead Of being
waxed to the tapering point as in happier and
more splendid days. The hair has been carefully
Tapped over the forehead, as though loving hands
had sought to give grace to the mysterious brow.
The face is thinner than when we last saw 1t,
rigid around the lips, and OF the color Of lead-a
most unearthly and unfelike aspect, Your Majesty
If one may venture criticism in this sublime
presence. The hands are crossed as ia prayer