Morning journal and courier., 1880-01-28
The BOIlapartes.

IEe HOnaparteS.
 [Agricultural Correspondence of the Hartford Cou-
 rant
 Did you see the pictures of the Bonaparte family in December Harpers Monthly. They make most curious study in pbysiognomy. The faces, barring the dresses, are quite American-since Americans have grown to comprise about every human feature under the sun, you know. It was lucky for us that these Corsican adventurers should have left us these portraits, they furnish such a grand chance to understand bogus or genuine royal ty. The first couple were a most capital match for farm purposes. Napoleon's father was an easy going chap, but his mother was full of 'ding." have seen exactly such a face as hers wringing clothes out of wash tub without ever thought of ambition" except to beat the neighborhood in getting her wash on the line first. The reading accom- panying these pictures is first rate and goes far to make amends for the historical bosh of Mir. Abbott in former volumes of Harper. This writer says the old lady was ''boss' as long as she lived. "When her mighty son ruled the continent, she was the only human being whose ohidings he regarded or en- dured." She saved money out of the i'm perial scrape and had it to buy shoes with after her grandchildren came to want. Her husband, we read twas poor gentleman of excellent breeding and character" also a s'braye soldier" and s'ardeDt patriot but Letizia Romolino was only romantic girl, percentage not stated, and not altogether to blame for the dust her half-breed children kicked in the world.
 The best view of Napoleon was taken when first consul" with ''bauged" hair, as the girls wear their thatch now. That picture has the thunder and lightning all latent in it, and is 8 grand face for young preacher or scientist who means to knock old supersti tions endwise.
 Among the brothers whom Napoleon un- dertook to make kings of. Lucien has the best face. Pity he did not try for an honest liv- ing, outside of the French speculation. The rest are a rather cheap lot. They would have made fair farmers country squires Louis. He was sort of a 'lunk-head," be- lieve.
 Napoleon's taste in wives was good, but he had plenty to select from. Josephine is the popular favorite because she was the least of a queen we may suppose. Maria Louisa was g good sample of the other style-the product of generations of undisputed royalty, with such neck as the guillotine thirsted fer at one time. Remarkably fine boy, that of hers, and makes one sorry he could not have had decently humble start in life.
 The Bonaparte women-three sisters of the first emperor-were high steppers, spoiled by their opportunities, and taking to thrones where they could get them as ducks take to water. That view of royalty is a queer one. Your bogus kings, when lifted into high
 
 hands on precisely like common thieves. The anti-royal spirit refuses to take, and refuses to give, too.
 The last Napoleon had small ''hog eyes," but corrected that failing by marriage in the sub sequent generation. He was able enough, but crazy on the empire subject. His snarl- ing query of one of our folks who was telling him how rich and strong we were getting as to whether we were going to fight over our property-conveys valuable lesson for farmers.
 The last empress had pretty face, but nothing in it to command respect above the common. Poor business, the queen business is, except on the smallest scale. Let the would-b queen secure one obedient subject irst.) And what softly that boy of hers was, so bred that he could think of nothing better to do than hunting Africans. The world is altogether too full of this royal place hunting stock. Get Harper;s for December, and see if it isn't. I know 8 face like that boys which belongs to butcher-cart. It seems g bit sorrowful, like Napoleon 1V., /" and possibly might be brought-if meatbuy CTS were foolish enough to think so-to think itself out of place, in vieW.of it's royal pre- rogative-latent in every worker-egg, you know; but this butcher boy sticks to his bus mess, and give him more glory than I can to most of this poor, forlorn, Bonaparte fam fly, now out of date.
 If Demosthenes ever said s'kill the man who wantsto be king" he was right. It IS not necessary to shed any blood though Just drop the foolishly ambitious ones and let them alone, and they will die a natural death. The king business is played out. We shall continually need men, of course, to give point to progress and whet the edge of law men to step up and do their duty men to fire and fall back, like good soldiers, but we needn't breed any kings or queens. They can always be bought, like milkmen's calves, cheaper than we can raise them. All men and women are kings and queens by instinct if the people will let them be.
 Napoleon I. said one thing which excuses his existence: ''The State-that is me! !' Every citizen should say that.