Year: 1864




The Paris correspondent Of the London
Court Journal gives tho following romantic
history :-"The blind young Princess Of
yves. presented to the Empress Euge-
ME 1t schwalbach few days ago, and the
utmost interest and sympathy were excited
by her story. The Lady is we'll known all
over Germany 3 her princely domain is Wis.
tied every year BY crowds of strangers.
The beautiful portrait Of Cornelius in ono
Of the Salons isexamipsa With much inter-
Eege, and every one aspsrts Et'le dreaming
that the large and soft blue eyes seeming
to look from the picture so full Of sweetness
and benevolence, have in life no power to
return the glances Of sympathy aud kind
ness directed towards them. The story Of
the Princess il perhaps the most touching
romance Of the nineteenth century. As /
child she had been stolen from the gardens
of the very chateau ahe now inhab,ts. A
careless nurse, bent on her own enjoyment,
had suffered her masters child 10 stray to-
wards the river, and when, in answer to
the frantic appeals and the search made in
every direction, no signs of the infant
presence could be discovered, it was con-
cludcd that she had fallen into the river,
and got drowned. The despair of the
mother was beyond all description but
the idea OF the child's death, accepted by
all beside, was rejected entirely by her.
The river had been dragged, no trace Of
the corpse had been found, and so after a
few years. time, when the death Of the
Prince her husband had released her from
the obligations to remain in the chateau.
she gave up the domain into the hands of
her hrother-in-law, and set out upon q
strange pilgrimage all over the Continent,
fully convinced that she would find one
day or other the object of her search.
The sums Of money spent iu the pursuit.,
the time, the toll, the anxiety absorbed up
on every high road, need not be described.
During the embassy of Prince Talleyrand
she came to London, and was received by
Queen Adelaide with the utmost kindness
and sympathy. Soon afterward she went
once more to the South, still bent on find
ing her lost child. One day the carriage
climbing up one Of the steep hills in the
neighborhood Of Lausanne, she was accost-
ed bya beggarwoman holding by her hand a
"Gnd.g.ri, for whom She was imploring


Inns. The girl looked gentle and sweet
tempered, resembling in no way the harsh
vixen whom she called mother. The. in
mate ofthe carriage had fallen into a dczc,
and the woman bade the girl sing to
arouse the lady. The song was a vulgar
ditty belonging to the district, with no ro-
nance to insure attention, and yet it. woke
the lady frox' her trance; something in the
voice reminded her Of sister lost many
years before, and she stopI cd the postill-
ions while she questioned The girl as to her
origin. The day and hour had core u,
last; every word uttered by the maiden
confirmed the suspicion of identity. Mem


ory was confused-it had vanished with her
sight-but by dint of threats and promises
the woman was made to confess that she
had purchased the girl when quite an in-
FAINT from beggarwoman like herself, who
owned to having deprived her of sight in
order to excite compassion. The locality
whence the child had been taken vas proof
sufficient of the truth. The Princess re-
turned home with her poor blind companion
and devoted her whole lite to the prospect
Of cure as she had done before to that of
discovery. But all attempts failed, and the
mother then gave herself up entirely to the
education of her helpless charge. In this
she succeeded perfectly, and the Princess
is considered one of the most accomplished
rcciters Of INLAND and Schiller in all Ger.
many. Before dying, the foud mother
reapcd her reward in the marriage of her
daughter with the young Prince, her neph-
CIV, and this consolation is the greatest
that could be felt by her friends. The
young Princess recited with the most exqui.
site clearness and pathos two scenes from
Count d'Egmont and 'The Diver on her
visit TO the Empress. while the imperial 10
dy listened entranced, the large tears roll
ing down her cheeks, a. she gazed on the
wreck which the wickedness and cupidity
of man had made of one Of the most beauti-