The Newtown bee., 1879-07-23

some two feet square, caused originally, he informed us, by the white drops of precipitation that fell from the Reformeris forehead during the passage of the sen- tence, and thus it had ever remained. There was no doubt of his sincerity in the belief of this beautiful tradition; but we of 'little faith and shallower reason- ing, discovered that the stone had small white centre, which being harder than the remainder, absorbed less moisture; but we could not intrude so heathenish and materialistic a theory upon the sub- lime and simple faith of the old sexton, and paying the customary two marks (40 cents), for having stood where John Huss did, were about leaving as number of English ladies entered. In their midst was one of middle age, in deepest mourn ing, leaning upon the arm of a youth of IS years noble looking boy, of olive complexion, about five feet three inches
 in stature, dark large eyes. having
 strangely prominent nose of the Roman ftype, and wearing white canvass leggins,
 faded black straw hat, and a navy blue
 blouse, which looked as though it might
 nave seen service in our late war. The
 lady was the ex-Empress Eugenie and the 1 lad. her son-the Prince Imperial of
 France-both having arrived from Chisel-
 hurst the day previous. It was she who reigned ill such splendor at the Tulleries
 not four short years before, and presided
 at the grahdcst Court in all Europe; and
 it was he, who with his father, went out
 with such high hopes from the Palace of
 St. Cloud on that memorable morning in Fl, at the head of the French army, to
 return no more forever. The Emperer was dead. The Empress unerowned. The Prince had received his baptism of
 fire' at Sedan. England had given them
 an asylum at Chiselhurst. and now they
 were only tourists" travelling for health
 and recreation. On the following morn- lnJ the writer ventured out on foot to visit the monument that was erected
 on the spot where Huss was burned, dis
 tant some two miles from the city proper.
 When about half way and debating in
 which direction to find the "Huss-stine,"
 as 'tis called, was joined by three, two
 of whom were Englishmen, and the third
 was the young Prince, whom I had seen
 at the cathedral. Solicitations were ex-
 changed; the Prince only taking of his
 hat; so characteristic of him and his
 natiopality-and so unlike the customs of
 England or America, and, thus together. we all trudged to the martyrs shrine.
 He seemed older than his years indicated.
 and was the most unassuming and
 "chatty' of the party. II should be glad of a better preserved sepulcher than that. for my bones. was his first remark, as we neared the neglected grounds and an-
 tiquated stone, around which some rem
 nants of an iren railing were still stand . ing; and cannot but think in the light of recent events that England. which sheltered him, educated him, and last week buried him with such pomp and ceremony, will be regardful of that
 thoughtless. casually expressed wish. Still what was he to England or England , to him? What were the Napoleons that s England should mourn for them2 Vic toria wept over his coffin; but hers were 1 doubtless the tears of woman, and a
 mother, because "he was the only son of his mother and she was widow" But , withal, he was genial, noole, brilliant unselffsh youth, whose personal qualities endeared him to all who chanced to meet
 or know him. Let US meet again when
 I return to France" were about the last words he said upon leaving. Alasi for
 his hopes and ambition. It was not to be.
 Still the little chapel ot St. Mary will not
 be the final resting place of these two Bonaparts. France is afraid of them
 now, and denied permission to her of- . ficers to attend the Princes obsequies; but French politics are wonderfully mu- table. France is generous, and aims to
 be just; she will forget her bitterness and prejudices, and when the day dawns that
 finds Bonapartism and Imperialism
 dead as its authors, then father and son will return in their ashes. and probably rest side by side in that beautiful crypt of the 'Invalides" that gorgeous ma f soleum, where the great Corsicsn sleeps in his massive sarcophagus of black , Egyptian marble. and at whose shrine Frenchmen pay such reverent homage to- day. They cannot forget the Napoleans. adventurers though they were; fugitives and pretenders, they may have been yet
 they did much for France, and she can now do hardly less or more for them. NEwrows. CONN. July 2I. 1879.
 The following is told of an eccentric in- , dividual, not thousand miles away, who. during recent illness thinking himself dying. called his two attendants to him and, after telling them his end was near