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SOUTHERN |}V GRANTLAND & ORME. MILLEDGLVILLE, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, APRIL 11, 1829. No. 11 or Vol. X. , pi,.. RccnitDicR i» pulilirtiod weekly, on Han- ’ ! , between Way'.e and Jefferson, at Three per annum, P".™'*' 6 in , a ‘J v “ nc0 - ° r *' our UoN 1 naiil before the end of the year. “ a rMP.MTB conspicuously inserted at the nan- '" tR Those adit without a a|iccificatioii of the 'ii'lior of insertions, will be published until ordered SJwonS«>*« b X Administrator*, Exe- "7„r Ouurdians, aro required by law In be held 1 ’fir-r TnesdrtV in the month, between the hours of £££» and Up-ee in the afternoon, at Ifca "rt. Luse of the county m which the property is si- -Notices of the sale ol laud must bo given in a ‘Jt ; jwtt0 sixrv days, aud of negroes Konrv days, -vious to the day of sale. W ices of the sole of personal property must be qiv- ■ ike manuer, (outy days previous to the day of . notice to the dohtors and creditor* of an uriit'bo published for ponrv days. Nnii. e that application wdl bo mode to the Court of Xryfo. leave to soli land,, must bo published for °Jt[| huKuo'ss’in the linn of Printing, will meet with -, 0 „l attention nt the ItscoRUIStt Omct. IjtrrKns (on busiuess) must bo post paid. 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