New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-06-10

never found cakes so savorous and SO well iced any
where else.
Yet left all this in my 17tn year. at first enlistng
for the Siege of Antwerp thou running to Paris for
the battle of the Romanticsts, where appeared
only as drummer-bOy. ! often wept over that rus
tic life lost forever and my first tear became my
frs. song.
NV mother had much ready money of wit. Some
years ago she celebrated the J0h anniversary of her
marriage as if she were but 20 Years old. She SAID
so many bright things that journalist took out a
pencil and the back of letter to note down some OF
them. "Hushw said She " such things must never
be written. Words are but birds that come, Sng'
and fly away it's not. worth while to catch them,
for others are always coming" But her deeds were
worth still more than her words. She loved her own
children too much not to love the children OF Others
No woman ever gave better consolation to poor
mothers. Her charity extended far beyond her own
doorstep; and on the day of her funeral the church
of Bruyeres, great Gothic pile, was too small Tor
her mourners.
Since my mother born in 1898, she did not
bring Inc into the world in any more pacific period
| was born during the invasion of the Cossacks; my
mother was near her ACCOMPLISHMENT when they
chased her into the vineyard, for the reason that
being daughter of the Mayor, she would probably
know where the treasures OK the Marie were hid
den. Que of those sayages gave her blow with
his lance and il an officer had not then arrived, my
mother would have brought me into the world in
the yineyard-and there we should have both re-
NAMED. But it was the vineyard OF the Lord. since
my mother was succored by the enemy. She was
taken to Bruyeres where was born with the birth
mark of lance my body. This is why was
aftcrward decorated with the medal of st. Bolena,
as one wounded in the service Of Napoleon l.
Born in the midst of the Revolution, my mother
was never afraid of political squabbles. My grand
father who came 10 the world under the ERcyctO-
petlc was 4 very pronounced rcvolutionist but not
to the extent of the gaotine. 1t was in the time
when the Republican Calendar was constructed
nevertheless ne was not willing TO give my mother
the name of FiOreGIe, even AZ he gave one of my
uncles the name of Fiuciidor. He called her after
the ancient Wisdom Sophie, but she was mono the
less good Christian; she never sold her share IN
Paradise Some of our revolutionsts nowadays
more than one of whom is my friend, would like TO
tear out Of our hearts that old legend. which my
mother so keenly imprinted there but the finest
arguments shall not prevent me from believing that,
when shall have the irreparable misfortune Of los
ing my mother, the hope viii remain to me of find
ing her again m know not what corner Of the In
fnite-wIly not say - Heaven ~-still smiling the
beaut: full smile which caught my soul, and reopen
ing to me the arms which Death crossed upon her
bosom.
Let us not suffer Death to inscribc the tombs of
our beloved ones the terrible words which Dante has
set over the gate of hell:
Lasciate Ogni sperinza vol CHI entrac!
ARsEyE HoUssAYE.