New-York tribune., 1901-11-03

came pouring in, weary. starved, mutfnoua
They had had no rationS for two days, ana
snatcbed at the few Ioaves which MOnOd could
give them while others pundered the fields
round for potatoes Then all flung themselves
down to sleep they could, and the imperial
staff came Gathering along the streets-the f-m-
peror, old. wayworn. covered with dust, ms ms
white entering the house cut of which the
Monods had been turned for his accommoca-
ton. All night thousands came StraSgllnS IN,
fingiDg themselves down. exhausted. for few
hours sleep. At early morning the EirperoCs
horse was called for. and the suite appeared. an
spick and span. in the midst of the mob OF
solGiery. Napoleon himself at the door, painted
to the eyes" said Moncd. his hair and mus
tache dyed and waxed again. One or two peas
ants cried ''Vive TEmpereuri' the soldiers
looked grny. and some shouted back "A
bas i'assaSsiuI" and the fthiest words of abuse
Napoleon passed a group Of officers OF his way
to his kor;e. he took off his hat and made
low salute, but not responded "W by does
not somebody shoot the scounGrel?' said cap
tain aloud to h.onod the scounaref' passed
by. Then the cannon opened from the woods
and the officers rode in vain to the front, strfV
Ing to fern and drag up their men; but the
soldiers were mere MOB cursing, scattering
for food. flying like sheep" while the officers
swOTe and quarrelled with another. and De
Failly and his staff rode about like men lost"
Then came work with the wounded and Monod
saw more. What awful opening of those
awful Three Days. Imagine that man. with
his thoughts falling back to the courtyard at
StrasoOurg. where soldiers had shouted abuse
at him thirty years before. What an interval Of
time, or events, 70 bring him back only to the
same curses,
There are not many references TO Americans
In these letters though as an Order-loving
Liberal Green had an admiration deep and sin
cere for this country He writes to E A Free
man that he is sick of looking forward to a
free England, which viii appear about a century
and half after he is dead. And so more and
more" he adds, Il can't help looking 10 the
West. There is the world the world Will be
There are all the things one hopes for and cares
for and lives for There is a peopIe-there. and
not here in England" lie went to the Abbey
to hear Stanley preach Motley's death.
General Grant. then travelling in England. was
present and had to be euIogized-an ernbar-
rassing fact for Stanley. the persc nal relations
of Grant and Motley having been strained as
We all know.
What the Dean said [of Motley was generous
and noble, and the phrase-"an historian at once
ardent and Observation-Disclosures me as most
happy He asked me to go into the Dedn-ry.
10 introduce meas I found-to General Grant
who shook hands and said Mr.. Green" in a
dry voice. and said more. You know the
story OF Moithe and the young subaitern who
found himself put by error into the same com
partment with the field marshal Pardon SIR
said the subaltern when h entered. and Pa
don, sir, when the train stopped and he could
at last retire. What an irsufferable prater,~
said No!tke. | think Grant seems to almost
rival the man who '.can be silent in eleven
languages BY the bye. Stanley talked of his
laying down tn, sceptre." which | thought
hardly Republican phrase but Lord O'Hasdn
to whom l repeated il. said: He must have
laid down something; he had crown to- lay
down. and he certainly wouldn't lay down his
pipe
Grant is short, square. bourgeois looking
man. rather like a shy but honest draper. Still
he could take a look of dignity when one was
presented" and | didn't forget that he had
been u ruler Of men.
Green had 4 genius for friendship. substan-
tiaI, loyal and unchanging. Some of the most
interesting letters in this collection are ad-
dressed TO his brother historian. Freeman. who
was his friend and counsellor for many years.
Uncompromising honesty and hearty affection
blend in these familiar letters. He does not