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SONG-t-ldfEAT FOR 11VHNS.
ny r. oiuham—Air, HionLAxu watch.
*y e |,o»th clnd hills, ye spurkiin*;rills,
I>unpglens andfl.iw’rV plains;
To vou, no more, your bnrd slmll pou*
l(is soul enchanting strains,
Ah! Bunny Doon, no more lie'll tuno
His infant lay to you
"Where genius bright, enthrou’d In ligh^,
Her nmutlu o’er him threw.
While Freedom’s fire flash’d on his lyre
To blast the tyrant foul,
Aud glory’s rays, beam’d o’er its lays,
To fire, the tvarUkesoul;
,"i\vas then its strings caught fancy’s wing*
To waft each watching strain ;
'With cupid’s dart, to ev’ry heart,
And fleet o'er ev’ry scene.
Uut flowing Clyde, thy silver tid*
May gild
the valleys zrocu,
n more, again, his melting strain |
lie’ll pour to Bonny Sin. ;
i ireut 1 • wave no inm-e he’ll lav*
sflflovc; .
'ins blush’d in M.ann*^
cu smil’d above.
Ayr’
-But nature’s lore, still, still, shall pour
In strains her minstrel sung, ,
■JTho' with Min's laid in death's cold shad*
Bis hallow’d lyre unstrung:
For dark dorny.'the deuthless lay,
Thv dull dominion spurns,
While lluie shall roll, 'twill charm tho »ooI,
Aud sound the time of Ben.vs 1
SONG—BY T. CAMFBELt.
When Love eame firet to Earth, tho Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him,
And tm.'W Indvow’d bis flight he’d wing
To Heaven. If she should leave Mu*;
•.But Boring departing, saw bis filth
pledg’d to the next newcomer—
FIc revell'd in tho warmer breath,
And richer bowers ofSuuiuier.
•The sportive Autumn claim’d by right
An Archer tor her lover,
And even iu Winter's dark cold nlgh^
* (harm be could discover.
lor roilta and balls and fireside Joy,
For tills time were his reasons—■
,Jb short, young Love’s a gallant boy^
That like* all times and season*.
A TALK Ol FICTION.
We seize a spare space this morning to
ay before our readers n very uniusiug
piece of romance, which we have hud by
it# lor several days. We scarcely knpw
to what foreigti publication we are iudebt-
ita production. But it usuy relieve
ur miscellaneous readers from the dry
ketches of domestic incidents, or the do-
ils of foreign news (preparatory to some
stirriug transactions) which we have
(id before them for several days past:
[Compiler,
THE POPE’S PROMISE.
It wus St. John’s Eve: the summer sun
was sinking behind the distant hills, while
his last beam# glittered on the loft v spires
d towers of Marcerata, one of the olil-
l towns in Italy, and formerly tho uiu-
opolisof Ancoua. Theuucomtnon boau-
of the evening had tempted forth most
f its younger inhabitants, who were seeu
i detached groups along the high road,
r in the bolds, enjoying the fresh nir.—
lilte wealthier females rode forth, atfen-
ed hy cavaliers well dressed and gallant'
mounted, while the happier peasants
ere dancing on the level plains without
te town, to the merry notes of the pipe
«ndtabor. The streets were deserted, tho
•sounds of labor had ceased, and the voice
°l joy alone mingled with the chiming of
Ae convent hells, which announced the
hour of evening pruyer.—Yet Pietro Ari-
atno was still hard at work at his stall—
Pietro, who Was reckoned the best singer
ad the best dunocr in Marcerata, and who
as withal, though only a poor shoemaker,
^andsome and as well grown a young
ana* any in the Pope’s dominions.
Pietro’s litlle domicile stood just with*
the town,, by the road side, and his
tall /routed a John: low latticed window
*hat commanded a tine view of the adja
cent country, and wi’biu the shade of
'which the young follower of St. Crispin
was seated, busily plying his owl. His
present fit of industry app eared more like
mi uctof imperative duty than choice: his
fc*nt brow expressed both impatience and
fctigue and he flung his various Imple
ments from side to side with a sullen and
dissatisfied air, glancing wistfully" from
ante to time towards the open plains, and
muttering imprecutions against every fresh
P ar ty of pleasure that passed his stall.
His wife, a lovely dark eyed young wo
man, was earnestly engaged in binding
*he fellow shoe to that which Ariano held
Itulf finished in his hund; aud she be
guiled the lingering hours iy singing, in
* sweet voice, an old ditty, to amuse the
mfaut that smiled upon her knee; while
from under Ijer long dark eye-lashes .she
Watched the perturbed countenance of her
husband. As the sun gradually d#cliuod
"I* 1 tlm horizon, Pietro’s patience sank with
H.‘ an d before the glorious luminary had
«etally disappeared, in lest resuming
spark was utterly extinguished; and, cast
ing down his implements of labor, he ex-
cluirned, in u hasty tone—‘ Now, by the
mass! uot another stitch will I set in slip
per or shoe to night were it to please the
Pope!—Ha! ’lisa beautiful evening; and
the merry tinkling of that guitar has cal
led forth all my dancing wishes, and my
legs, in idea, hnve been in motion for the
last two hours. Wlmt say you, my pret
ty little Francesca,’ he continued, uncon
sciously assuming u gayer tone, and slap
ping his wife briskly on the shoulder, ‘will
you put your hoy to bed, and join with me
the merry group yonderl’
The young woman shook her head, and
looked up into his face with an arch smile
— 1 No, tio, Pietro! uot till you have per
formed the promise you made to the hand
some young friar last night.’—-Ariano sul
lenly resumed his work.
* Ay, keep my promise, forsooth, and
be repaid by promises for my labor!—Oh,
these monks are liberal patrons, who arc
too spiritual to attend to any tcmpornl
wunts but their own. To convert neats*
leather into shoes and sanduls, for their
ucconftnodution, is as difficult a task as
bringing over so mnuy Turks and heretics
to the true faith; utld they are more nice
to fit withal, tliuu the vainest damsel that
ever sported a smart foot A ankle. They
lire on the general ooutributions sf the
public, aud take good care to want for
nothing that cun be obtained by way of
extortion. 4 O, *tis a dainty life!’ he con
tinued, plying his awl, in despite of his re-
ceut vow, with increasing energy, whilst
inveighing againkt his principal employers,
a rich community of Franciscan monks,
who belonged to the noble monastery whose
august towers formed the leading feature
in the beautiful landscape before him, * O,
’tis a dainty life! whose very motto is 4 la-
i/iess.’ They are the hooded lacusts that
devour the substance of the land, und re
ceive a patent from the Pope, heaven bless
him! to live iu idleness. Would that my
futlier hud made me a member of this ho
ly community, instead of binding me to bis
own unprofitable trade!’
‘If that bud been tho case, Pietro,!
should never have shared your poverty and
your labors,’ said Fraucescu, with a glance
of reproachful tenderness.
‘11 Diuvolo!* excluimed Pietro, laugh
ing; ‘you would have beeu much better
off. A monk's mistress, let me tell you,
ever carries her head higher, than an ho
nest man’s wife!’
‘Hush! hush 1 Pietro, is it right for a
Christian man to utter such impious invec
lives against these holy monks V
‘Now, by all the saints and angels whom
they pretend to worship!’ returned Ari
ano, ‘if I live und flourish, tho boy you
hold upon your knee shall be one of these
sleok hypocrites. Who knows what pre
ferment Lie may arrive at? Several bish
ops have risen from uo higher Origin.—
Ila! what say you to that, my littla advo
cate for celibacy? Have I uot well provi
ded for your son?’
* You are very profane to-night, Pietro,
and speak more like a swaggering man-
at-arms than a poor artiznn. Besides, I
am suro the Iiaudsome young padre is no
hypocrite. I uever saw such a bright eye
glance from beneath a monk’s cowl.*
‘Ila I art thou ugain thinking of him,
Fraucesea? Ho is a stranger iu Murce
rata, but I warrant him a very wolf in
lamb’s clothiug.’
The colour mounted to Francesca’s
brow, and she called out iu a hasty voice
—‘Stint iu thy foolish prate, Pietro! the
young friar is even now before us!’
Ariano vas utterly confounded wlteu
he beheld the padre leaning aginst the
stall; and he felt not a doubtthatthestran
ger had heard the whole of his intemper
ate conversation with his wife; '<ior was he
wrong iu his conjecture. Tho handsome
yoUug man, whose uoblo deportment and
graceful figure, set oil' bis monastic habit,
aud whose bright, laughter loving dark
eyes ill accorded with a monk’s cowl, had
been for some time a silent spectator of
the scene. Felix Peretti was highly a-
uiused with tho ubttse that Ariano had so
unceremoniously levelled against his holy
order, for which he felt little respect him
self, and us a child of fortune, from his
youth upwards, considered only us a step
towards further advancement.
‘How now, Signor Scarpettaro! is it
your ordinary custom to close the labors
of the day by abusing your betters? Aro
the shoes which you promised should lie
completed for my journey toLoretto finish
ed?’
* No,’ returned Pietro; • they yet wunt a
full hour’s work for their completion, and
I have just made u vow never to pursue
my handicraft by candle light to please a-
ny tnau. So you must e'en perforin the
journey, reverend padre, as many better
and holier men have done before you, bare
footed.’
aud somewhat like a provoking smile sat
ready to break forth into a hearty laugh, up
on his rosy lips. * Well, friend Pietro, far
bo it from me, sworn as I am to pence, to
rouse the evil spirit into action. ‘ Resist
the devil,* says holy writ, * and he will
flee from you!’ But a truce to all farther
colloquy; I see you are putting the finish
ing stroko to the disputed articles: tell me
how tnueh 1 stand indebted to you for
them ?’
4 Yoa cannot stand my debtor,’ said A-
riano, recovering his good humor, when
he found ho had completed his job, ‘ till
you have tried on tho shoes, and then I
fancy you will stand in my dclit. v Father
Felix laughed heartily nt this sally; anal,
seating himself carelessly on the edge of
the stall, with a very degagee air, proceed
ed te draw on the shoes.
4 By our Lady of Loretto!’ said Fran
cesca, who was earnestly watching all his
movements, ‘ it were a thousand pities that
guch a white nnd w ell shaped foot should
have to contend with the sharp ilium and
briars.'
Pietro’s brow contracted into n frown,
and, turning abruptly to the padre, he ask
ed him how the shoes fitted him?
4 My feet, much better than the price will
my purse. What am I to pay you lor
them ?’
•Three festoons. And the cheapest
pair of shoes that ever was tnnde for the
money.’
Father Felix shook his head thought
fully, and drawing forth a leathern purse
from the folds of his monastic gown, calm
ly took it by one of the tassels of divers
colors by which it was ornamented at cnch
end, und emptied the contents on the
board. A few pieces of money rolled, one
after tho other, tin to the stall, and the
hollow sound emitted hy their coming
thus, unceremoniously in contact with
each other, spoke the very language of po
verty. The young friar counted them de
liberately over; then, turning to Ariano,
without the least embarrassment, explain
ed the state of liis finances—‘8ignor Scar-
pettaro, in these few pieces of money, you
behold all my worldly riches: I want one
julio to make up the sum you demand for
the shoes, which luckily will give you an
opportunity of performing a good work nt
a very small expense; for, you perceive, I
have not wherewithal to satisfy your exor
bitant charge.’
‘ Exorbitant charge!’ reiterated Pietro
Marcerata an object of fear and envy.-—
However, he wns the pride and delight 6f
his parents, whoso poverty lie greatly al
leviated, but could uot wholly remove.—
Ono morning, while Pietro was taking
the measurement of tho smurtest little foot
in Murccratn, ami the pretty village beauty
wns cnutjfining him not to make her slip
pers too large, a sudden cxclnmution from
his wife made him raise his head as a dig
nified ecclesiastic entorod the house, nnd
dctqnnded if his name were Pietro Arano?
The Scarpettaro answered in the affirma
tive.
' Then, you arc the man I seek. Pie
tro Arano, I command you, in the name
of the Pope, the pious and Messed Sixtus
tho_ Fifth, to repair instantly to Rome,
and attend his pleasure at the palace of
tlio Vatican.’
Pietro was petrified with terror. The
implements he had just been using fell
from his nerveless grasp, aud his limbs
were assailed hy a universal shivering fit,
as if under the influence of an ugue. A-
lasl’ ho exclaimed, ‘ what is the nature of
my crime?’
‘ That is beat known to yoitr own con
science,’ returned tbo stranger.
,* Then, the Lord have mercy upon mo!
I am a sinner and, what is still worse, a
dead man ! Like Daniel, I aui cast into
the Lion’s den, hu<1 there is none to deli
ver ine. Ah, wrofeh that I am 1 Why
did I live to witness this doyt’ ” '
‘Oh, Pietro 1 my unhappy husband I'
said Francesca, hiding her face in her
garments, nnd weeping bitterly: 'I knew
long ago into what trouble your intempe
rate speeohes would bring you. Are you
not now convinced of the folly of tnod-
dbng with matters that did not concern
you ? Did I not tc 11 you, when you would
rail at the holy monks, you were ousting
yourself upon a two-edged sword ? You
will be sent to 11;Inquisition, and burnt
for a heretic, and 1 ahull loose you fore
ver 1’
* Peuce, woman! pence!’ returned the
tortured Arano; ‘reproaches avail not;
they cannot save me from the fate which
in all probability awaits me. Farewell, my
wife—my children !’ he cried, alternately
taking them in his arms; ‘cease not to
petition heaven to restore me to you !'
The voice of weeping was audible on
every side; hut Pietro tore himself away,
and commenced his long journey on foot
to Rome. On the evening of the third
‘ Now, by St. Crispin! may l suffer the! day ho arrived nt the magnificent city;
pains of purgatory if I take one quartrini Lttt his thoughts were too much bowed
‘ Do you (nnke it a point of conscience,
Ariano, to fulfil one promise by breaking
less. What! after having worked so ma
ny hoitrs over my usual time, to be beaten
down in the price of the article. Give me
the shoes, thou false friar! nnd pursue thy
way barefooted. A monk! and moneyless,
quotha. You have doubtless emptied that
capacious pouch at "omc godless debauch,
or poured its contents into a wunton’s lnp.’
‘Now, out upon you for a profligate re
probate, nnd vile Scarpettaro!' returned
the monk. * Do you think it so diflicult a
task for n priest to keep his vows? Or do
you imagine that we cheat our consciences
as easily as you do your customers? My
purse contains only eight julios; how then
can you reasonably expect me to pnv you
nine?*! must,therefore, remain your debt
or for the odd coin.’
‘And wlion do you purpose to pnv me ?’
4 When I nin Pope,’ returned Poretti,
laughing, ‘ I will pay you both principal
aud interest.’
* God snVb your Holiness !’ snid Pietro.
‘If I wait for my money till that period
arrives, tho debt will still be owing nt the
day of Judgmont: Or, stop—I will be
queath it to my children of the tenth ge
neration, to buy them on estate—inshroud
theo those roguish eyes uuder a deeper
moon. A Pope! Young father you must
cowl, and assume a more sanctified visage
and curry a heavier purse withal, before
you can hope to obtain the Papal Crowu!'
* Wheu I stoop, Ariano, to pick up St.
Peter’s keys, I shall uot forget to pay my
old debts. So, faro thee well, thou second
Thomas a Diditnus, aud God be with thee
and with thee, pretty Fraucesca; and
may lie render the burthen thou buarcst ill
thy arms the blessing and support of thy
futve years
So saying, he stooped, and, pretending
to salute the sleeping iufunt, contrived to
imprint n kiss upon the white hand that
held him. Francesca,.blushed all over;
aud Pietro, bidding bis Holiness remem
ber his promise, called Francesca to him,
nnd bid the friar good night. His wife
obeyed the summons, but she looked after
the handsome Felix till a turning in the
road hid him from her sight.
Years glided ou in their silent course,
and the name of the young friar, aud his
visits to Marcerata, were forgotten by Pie
tro Aruno und his wife. Poverty, und the
increasing cares of a large family, turned
the vivacity of the Scarpettaro's spirits:
lie no longer led the dance, or joined iu
the song, but was forced by liurd necessi
ty, to work both by night and day at his
fatiguing pilgrimage without the aid of the
Apostle’s horses. Oblige me in this in
stance, Pietro, and I will put up a private
mass for the repose of your evil temper,
and the restoration of that goodly virtue
in maxi, patience /*
‘As to my temper!’ returned the Scar
pettaro fiercely, 4 no one has any right to
complain ef that but my wife, and if she
speaks truly, she will inform you, father,
thut,«wheu I am uot fatigued with work
ing over hours for monks aud friars, I am
the best tempered fellow in Marcerata.’
The padro cast a sly glance at the dark
eyed Franceses, from beneath his sowl,
another? I canuot commence a long anti trade, to supply his numerous offspring
with bread. Francesca’s smooth brow
wns furrowed by the hand of time, nod
she had long yielded the palm of beauty to
other and younger females. Her son, on
whom Father Felix had bestowed his hlcs-
siug| was early dedicated to a monastic
life, and had risen, by transcendent abili
ties, from the rank of under assistant to
the sacristan, to be one of the bead mem
bers of the monastery of St. Francis.—
The young Antonio possessed ambition,
which made him aspire to the highest eccle
siastical honors; but he bad no friends a-
mong his wealthier brethren, who beheld
im tlio son of tbo poor Soarftttare of
down by futigue, to notice any of the
grand objects which saluted him ou every
side. He entered Rome as a criminal en
ters the condemned cell that he never
more expects to leave, till the hour which
Ikltils his sentence. Seeking a small host
lery in tho suburbs of the city, he partook
of a scanty supper, nnd retired to bed,
dreading, yet anxiously expecting, the en
suing day. In the morning, he learned
from hm host that the Pope held a public
levee in the great hull of the Vatican, to
receive the French nnd German ambassa
dors ; and that if he repaired thither ear
ly. and waited patiently till tho crowd dis
persed, ho would ho more likely to gain
the speech of his Holiness. Unacquaint
ed with the puhlie. edifices in Rome, poor
Ariano wandered about for some time like
a fool in a fair, bewildered in contempla
ting the august palaces which rose on e-
very side, and imagining each in its turn
a fit residence for a king; but, whilst he
paused, irresolute how to net, a strange
fancy entered his head, and he imagined
that the Pope, who was Christ’s vice-ge-
rent on earth, must reside in the grandest
church in the citv. Accordingly, ho stop
ped on tho steps leading to St. Peter's
Church, aud demanded of an ecclesiastic,
who, like himself, seemed bound thither,
‘if that noble building were tho Pope’s
palate ?'
‘You must indeed bo a stranger in Rome,
my friend,’ returned the priest, with a
good tiaiurcd smile, not to know the dif
ference between 8t. Peter’s Church and
the Vatican. What is your name ?'
‘ Pietro Arano, a poor shoemaker, of
Marcerata.’
‘And your business with his Holiness,
the Pope ?’
‘ AIus! reverend padre, with that I am at
presetit unacquainted: his,business, it
should sepia, is with me. I have none
with him, unless it be to ask pardon for
crimes unintentionally committed.’
‘Aha! returned the priest, 'you are the
very man whom his Holiness wishes to
see. lie culls himself your debtor; and
you will soon know in what coin he means
to pay you. But take heart of grace, Sig
nor Scarpettaro ; I will introduce you to
the Pope.’
Trembling from bend to foot, Pietro
followed his conductor into tho great hall
of audience. Sixtus was already in his
chair, und the ambassadors of various na
lions were making their obeisance before
him ; but the splendor of the scene could
net iuduce tho terror-stricken Ariano to
raise his eyes, lie stood shivering behind
the priest, with his head bcut down, and
his arms folded dejectedly across his
breast. At length the crowd gradually
dispersed and the Pope called out to the
ecclesiastic, in a factitious tone, very dif
ferent from the solemnity of manner with
which he had addressed the ambassadors
—‘How now,FatherValentinian! Whom
have you got there t*
4 Please your Holiness,’ returned the
Priest, striving to impel Pietro forward,
4 the poor shoemaker of Marcerata.’
At these words, Pietro uttered a loud
gratia, ««d full prostrate at tho feet sf tho
Pope, who after indulging in a long and
hearty laugh, said, in a jocular tone,
‘ Raise thy head, Arauo, that I may be
sure of thy indentity.' By St. Peter I time
has nearly worn out thy upper leathers, if
it has spared tby tole. (s, this panic-
stricken craven' the man who talked so
largely and uttered such bitter inveotives
against holy mother church ? By the
mass ? I fancy the pains of purgatory will
be light When compared with the pangs
he now Andures 1’
4 Most holy, most blessed, most incom
parable Pope l’ groaned forth the pros
trate Scarpettaro, 4 1 was mad aud drunk
when I uttered such foul calumnies a-
gainst your Iloliness’s brethren. Heaven
has justly punishtiB me for my impiety,
by revealing my rash speeches to your
Excellency.’
4 It needed no miraculous interposition
of saints and angels, Pietro, to inform me
of your iniquity; for I heard yau with my
own ears. But, stand up, man. It was
not to call you to an account for your sins,
which doubtless are many, thnt I sent for
you hither, but to pny you the debt I owe
you. Look, me in the face, Signor Ari
ano. Hast thou forgotten St. John’s Eve,
and the young friar who called at your
stall in his pilgrimage from Ascoti to Lo
retto ?’
For the first time, Pietro ventured to
raise his head, when he encountered the
glunce of the bright dark eyes, whose a-
raorous expressions he had so unceretno-
niously reprobated three and twenty years
before. That face once seen, could ne
ver bo forgotten. Time had given to Fe
lix Perotti a stem a ml haughty expres
sion ; and the eye that, in the heyday of
youth, stiemed lighted only by the fire of
pussion, now possessed tho glance of an
eagle, before Which the monarch* of the
earth trembled, when it flushed in wrath
from btintiath a brow that appeared farm
ed to rule the world. 4 Hn! Ariano, I
perceive you recognise the face of an old
friend. Have you forgotten the promise
I made you on that memorable night when
I pronbecied my own future granduer?
what was it Pietro?’
Please your Holiness,’ said Pietro, hie
eye brightning, and his hopes increas
ing in proportion as his fears diminish
ed, ‘ whatever you may think fit to give
me.’
4 Come! to the point, Signor Scarpet
taro,' returned Sixtus, in a stern voice,
'I will have no interpolations; what is the
actual amount of tho debt I owe you?
‘One julio, please your sublime Ex
ccllency; the principal and interest of
the said sum, if ever you should come to
he Pope, which, God forgive my wicked
ness for doubting!’
‘Amen!’ ejaculated Father Valentini-
an.
‘Right, Pietro; the sum shall be faith
fully paid, returned Six’us, drawing a
paper front h » bosom,, on which he had
spent some hours the preceding day in
calculating the interest of one julio for
three and twenty years. What the sum
amounted to, the chronicler of this anec
dote docs not condescend to inform us,
but it was small enough to annihilate all
Pietro Arinno’s new and highly raised
expectations, nnd his golden visions melt
ed into air. He received it from the
Pope with a vacant sture, and still held
open his hand, which disdained to close
over so paltry n prize.
Is not the sum correct?’ demanded
Sixtus.
Ariano remnined immoveable.
' Count it over again, my friend; nnd
if ono quartrinx is wanting, it shall be
faithfully paid. What, art thou moon
struck? II ast thou not received that which
I owed thee V
No,’ returned Pietro, gathering cou
rage from disappointment < ‘your Holiness
is still my debtor.’
Prove your words,* said Sixtus, while
a slight flush of anger suffused bis fnoe.
The julio I gave your Holiness cre
dit for three and twenty years ago, when
thou wast only a poor barefooted friar,
I should never have Walked to Rome to
demand at thy hands. The sum has been
faithfully paid, but you have sot remune
rated me for loss of time—for the expenses
I incurred, Bnd the fatigue I suffered, at
my years, in undertaking, at your com
mand, so long a journey. The tears my
wife nnd children have shed, and the an
guish of mind I have endured, to make,
sport foryour Holiness, are debts of coo-'
science you have still to pay; and to show
you that a poor shoemaker of Marcerata
can exceed the mighty Sixtus to libe
rality, I absolve tho Pope of hit prom
ite I'
Here Pietro rntidti a low reverence, laid
PORTRAIT OF NAP' LEON.
Louis Bonaparte, the deposed King
of Holland, In answer to Sir Walter
Scott's History of Napoleon, has given
the annexed portrait of his brother:
The character of Napoleon, from ear*
best infancy, announced what he waa to
he; and the presentiment was nsvor be
lied. fie wus, above every thing, pre
eminently a Frenchman—nay, he pep*
Imps carried that affection to exeess.—
That he loved glorjr with the most ardent
passion, cannot be denied. Hti may cer
tainly merit thoie reproaches which Alex
ander, Charlemagne", pud so many heroes,
deserved mach more than himself. How*
ever, upon that heud he has explained him
self in the tnost precise manner, aud no
other person could have answered and so
justified him in that respect; but it will ho
averred, as well hy those who knew him
as posterity, that shall judge his memory
with impartiality, that no one among those
upon whom the destinies of nations were
dependent, proved Ieis vindictive und cru
el. -
Ho was sober, nnd only possessed th#
most noble pussious. In vain would Itifl
detractors pause to couteunplute the bom!
rors wherewith it has been sought to tar
nish his moral reputation. Where tins*
accusations solely depend on tlm false
hoods and sarcustn* of libels, they may
well serve to accompany such epfictut rol'
productions; but they constitute no fea
ture of the grand page of bistorv.
What cannot be controverted is, that,
in the chaructef of husband to his first wife,
much older than himself, he li\ed with
her, as a soldier, in the greatest harmony,
until the last hour of ilu-ir Union, with
out giving her one cutisn for complaint.
Another incoiitectiLle fact is, that he
eannot be reproached with ever having kept
an acknowledged mistress, or botiu Lu lty
of any flugraut conduct; while, when
married a second time, at the age of fo rty-
two years, he conducted hirnscit toward#
his second wife with uniform courtesy, &
oiabiiity, and grace, and never proved de
ficient in Kis attentions to her.
Wo must Itefe record, in auswer to the
accusation bf Sir Walter Scott Respecting
Napoleon’s egotism, what trnnsp.n d on
the occasion of the birth of his sou, when
the celebrated Dubois imformed him thatj
under the momeutous circuuittunccs at
tending the delivery of the Empress, the
lives of the mothel" and infant were en
dangered, and that, therefore, it beeumsi
necessary to lose the one or the other—
his answer was, “ Save the mother before
every thing.” Does not that conduct u-
lone give the Writer in question the mnet
direct lie?
His hunting excursions were neter das
struetive or burthensome to llje public
and the chief end proposed in the nmigui-
ficence of Ins court was the prosperity of
arts and manufactures, while Ins personal
simplicity was utmost unparalleled.
His system of administration was ad*
mirable. it bore the stump of genius,and
deserves to be as much studied as his cam
paigns } and even his enemies ought (0
allow that, in spite of themselves, theqr
are compelled to be Ins pupils.
8incc the reigu of Napoleon, govern!*
men's have manifested mure activity aud
vigilance ; from the period in question, u-
tility and ameliorations are become thd
leading objects of foreign cabinets; and
it would be futile for Ins opponents to de
ny,' that they have been necessitated to
follow even those errors which be has left
behind him.
It cannot be denied that he Wits the
grand promoter of the general and uni
form codes where.by France is nt proJ
sent legislated. How muny difficulties
had he not to subdue; aud how immi
nently was the self love and interests or
individuals wounded ! f. Wlmt persever
ance was displayed in obtaining this no
ble and generous end! His genius was
blazoned iu all his actions, but principally
in those immortal assemblies, where the
association sf all the most distinguished
geniuses bf France argued upon ana fram
ed the gratia code or French legislation.
Upon these Occasions he was present, and
reasoned as H' he had been the most con
summate of legislators. , Oh quitting the
study where he hud been combining the
plans of a campaign, or discussing the
most intricate points of policy or adminis*
tration, he would cuter the Council of
State and display talents equal to those of
Portalis aud Tronchet. Let whatsoever
may be the changes effected in that im
mortal code, it can never be wholly di
vested of his name, nor will it be forgot
ten that he was its author; for, even sup
posing this title justly befongs to those prin
ces who oripunnlly conceived the idea of a
collection And classification of laws, bow
the money at the Pope’s feet, and was much more isduetohintwhotook the most
about to depart, when Sixtus called out
in a lively tone— 4 How, Signor Starpetta
ro! have you the presumption te rival a
Pope in munificence? Pride has urged
you, though a necessitous mad, to reject
the only sum which you were justly enti
tled to receive. It is npt for me, its vice'
gcreut for heaven, to reward a man for
exhibiting to my face one of the seven
deadly sins. I therefore transfer my boon
ty to more deserving objeots t give this
purse of gold,’ he continued, 4 to thy wife,
Fraucesca, and make glad her heart by
informing tier that her son, Antonio, is
Bishop of Marcerata.’
Overcome by this unexpected change of
fortuno, Pietro prostrated himself before
his munificent benefactor, and embracing
his feet, called out in an ecstacy of joy
—‘ Ah, your UoJianps b—f am year debtor
far hfo J?
active part in bringing them to perfecti
on.
The Divinity is alone Without fault $
and every mortal muu Who opprbximates
to that happy state must be endowed with
wisdom; but be who pretends to have ob
tained supreme excellence, applies to him
self the diploma of a madman. Wherg
shall we find a hero or a couquerer divested
of all reproach? Titus, universally ragardo
ed as the bast of princes, has ha not to re
proach himself, os before remarked, with
the slaughter of more titan a million eft
Jews? Did he uot causa wretched cap-
lives of that persecuted nation to be cru*
cified in presence of the whole population
of Jerusalem, plunged in the abyss of
deepest despair.
War, and the os res attendant on
vernineat, not only require a resolute mto<L
hqt a heart little gifted with l '** L