The record-union., 1893-02-22
AN HISTORIC DOG.
The Faithful Animal That Accompa-
MED Empress Marie Louise.

Marie Louise's dog was a slim Italian
greyhound, and as far as she was con-
cerned, 1t proved to be a very winsome
bit OF dog flesh. II twined itself into her
affections by its graceful ways. She had
her other pets, her singing birds and her
parrot IN her boudoir in Vienna, a room
where, we read, there was scarcely a
thing, down to the carpet on the floor,
which was not the work ofSome loved
hand" Madame Junot says when the
Archduchess became Empress she had to
leave her fawn-colored favorite at Vienna.
In the memoir of the Empress Marie
Louise by st. Arnaud he says it was at
Munich she was compelled to separate
from little dog she loved dearly, which
the countess (Lazansky) had TO take back
to Vienna with her." The reason of this
was that Napoleon did not like dogs.
The Empress cried bitterly when she
found the plaintive-faced little hound had
to return. She longed to keep her coax
ing little friend beside her, because she
knew 1t alone cared to be with her, not
because she was wife of the man who
had so much of Europe in his grasp, but
simply because it worshiped her from
the depth of its true little heart. 1T was
cruel separation" writes Madame
Junot, 'and the Empress and her favor
ite parted with a duo of complaint" b"
The acquisition of colossal empire did
not console the sovereign for the loss of a
little dog" says another historian.
1t Is satisfactory to know that the
timid, shrinking hound was not long
parted from the Empress. Berthier told
Napoleon of Marie Louise's tears over
leaving her dog, her feathered friends,
her room made dear by cherished asso-
citation, and Napoleon prepared delect-
able surprise for his wife, stratagem TO
win her love. Leading her from the bal
cony of the Tuileries, where he had pre-
sented her to the people who thronged
below, he led her, in wonderment as to
her destination, up dimly-lighted corri-
dor. a woe-begone greyhound had been
sitting in room there, torlorn and
puzzled, till it heard a step it knew, and,
whining with impatience, sprang out
when Napoleon opened the door. The
Empress greeted her recovered pet with
etfusion. She knew its alteration was
genuine. The tickle multitude that
cheered her might turn on her as they
had turned on her great-aunt, the Queen
of France, but this tour-legged friend
was genuine. In the room where her
trusty favorite awaited her, Marie Louise
found her birds, her music, sin fact every
article in the same manner as she leti
them on quitting her paternal roof
Napoleon was pleased with the delight
his kindly thoughtfulness gave the En-
PA0SS. ioui years at@ei lhiS IHe uoS lei
the Tuileries with the Empress and hel
son, and it returned to Vienna with her
These historic dogs of France were nc
time-servers. They took little heed O
reverse of fortune or change of dynasty
well content if allowed to attend theil
owners in prison or palace, to the throne
or the scaffold. Lord Bacon says: Take
an example of dog and mark wnat
generosity and courage he will put OF
when he finds himself maintained by Z
man who to him is instead of God" A
is their motto, and more willing. easily
remunerated servants it is impossible tC
find. Their fidelity is proverbial, theil
constancy is not to be bought. If there i:
life beyond this for them as we'll as thell
masters, they will not only love them ste
the death' here, but "out beyond into the
dream to come. Art Journal.