Arizona weekly citizen., 1889-09-14
A MODERN CLEOPATRA.
GREAT AND Evlh FORTUNE OF PAU
 LINE BONAPARTE'S NIECE.

Beautiful and Agreeable, She Is Surrounded
 by inc Wise. the Witty and the Power fuI-A Great Sorrow That Came Ihrough
 Her Love for Her Little Daughter. Never say that one is fortunate till you
 witness the close of his or her life. You
 must have seen in your diplomatic wan
 derings in Paris, Turin, Florence, Rome
 and Madrid that worthy niece Gin regard
 To beauty and so on) of Pauline Bonn
 parte, Marie L8titia Bonaparte- Wyse. successively, by her marriages. Comtesse de Solms. Signora Rattazzi and Dona ds
 2Ute
 Was there ever human being whose life seemed so rosy as hers. or whom nature had made more proof to the vex- atiOns and troubles which lie heavy on most daughters of Eve? Tn many re- spects this fair offshoOt of the Bonapartes afforded parallel to Cleopatra, who, Mrs. Jameson says, was bewitching to the last because she exercised the sor- cerv of good nature. Like Cleopatra, Marie BOnaparte-Wys was sparkling. geuial. magnificent, of a happy -go-lucky temper and Bohemian, if one looks upon --oilenianism as emancipation from cant and mind crippling prejudices, some of which, own, may have their social uses.
 HER GUESTS AT THE FOLLY"
 She had always in her train the most eminent men of the different capitals. in which she turned up periodically to shine ont for short time in splendid belong inSs and surroundings. She also shone as muse, whose fingers were never sOiled with ink, and who stole from Venus her girdle and cortege of graces. Her house, or palace, or chalet, near AK, was in the daytime given up to authorship, editorship and preparation for festivity, and to elegant revelry in she evening. The lady of the house when she saw company (and nobody ever knew vixen she was not seeing it) was in raj incnt Of dazzling beauty. But she looked in 1t and in her wondrous jewelry as pleased as a child in pretty Sunday lrOck. and courted admiration in way that enhanced her sorcery.
 never saw Lady Blessington, she hav- ;ns been long before my time. But l fancy that there must have been points | of similarity between her Gore house | parties and those of the particular great o.ece Of the great Napoleon of whom I l speak. A more picturesque or amusing | salon than that of Mme Rattazzi de Rute | nobody could fancy. She was constant | to old friends, was always recruiting new ones. and was hospitable to all Old | Dumas used to copy manuscripts and | help to cook her dinners, which were served on vermeil plate. with the impe- rial crown and eagle engraved on them. \ few winters ago she entertained four prime ministers, Baron von Beust, De lesSeps, Castelar,, and bards from all | parts, at a joyous dinner at Trouville.
 The most rOseate phase of her life was E' the Hotel d'Aquila, which she after ward sold to Mrs. Mackay's sister, She was then for three or four years the widow of Sig. Rattazzi, and then the Ur:de of quite young Spanish deputy, Den Luis de Rute. The Hotel d'Aquila was folly" of the uncle of the ex-king
  ing it, and was fitted up by Mime. Rat .azZi according to her Cleopatran taste Tor elegant magnifcence. The hall was by marble busts and statues of the BOnaparte family, and facing the emperor was one of herself letting fall an armful of roses.
 THE SORROW THAT CAME.
 Don Luis de Ruts was a nephew of :3oaas, the Spanish liberal, a man of slany accomplishments, and the unde- niable countryman of Don Quixote If ,ver man was held in willing bondage by woman, he was by his wife, of whom he was the devoted, humble ser rant, never seeking to curtail her liberty pr objecting to any of her friends. The glamour she cast upon him when he first .aw her as a muse at Madrid, surround. d by a court of bards and statesmen, never faded from his eyes. She valued lis devotion to her and to beautiful laughter whom she had had by Rattazzi md became deeply in love with him. lime. de Rute presented her husband with twins, one of whom died at it's ,irth. The surviving one was called Dolores or Lola" It seemed a Fidicu- ous misnomer. All that was joyous nd rosy in tl'e mothers life appeared l 0 be incarnaEe in the child, which was paragon of infantile beauty and pre- ocIOus wit and intellect. Dolores be- anne the idol of the household. and was 3 sunshine Wherever she went. People sed to say what luck her mother had Q be so blessed in her maternity. But ra:: bit. The luck was to bring forth n eternal blight and sorrow upon sor. ow. Lola was playing in her mothers rounds at AK. \ horse near which she an lashed out and kicked her on tue Orehead The child was taken in dead ) father and mother, with her brains ozing out through gash. l could not ave conceived the latter broken hearted nd utterly crushed had not seen her ince thiS calamity she took no interest anything but portraits and busts Of ola, which she tried to paint and model a rom memory. The unfortunate De [ ute said to me: ''The least thing would ow kill me. Since Dolores was taken | -om ma feel an old man. though not et forty-live. The gashed forehead of le little beauty is always present in my lind It's misfortune to have a ten er heart, because heart sufferings are excruciating." l see :D tke papers n iat elnaii thing did carry off this dis r n5uished and amiable Spaniard. He c lught cold at Granada, which devel- O ped iAto inflammation of the lungs and t .IL4I him He died with a cross in his 1 D