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THE LOST CHURCH.
FROM THE GERMAN OF CHI.AND.
In yonder Wood, at twilight hour
As many an ancient legend tfifb
From the lost Minister’s hoary ' r,
A peal of solemn music sw.-U,
Fjom are to aoe those sounds are heard
Borne on the breeze at twilight liourj
From age to age no foot hath found
A pathway to the Minister’s tower !
Late, wandering in that ancient wood)
As onward through the gloom I trod,
From all the woes and wrongs of earth
My soul ascended to its God.
When, lo! in that hushed wilderness
I heard, far off, the Minister’s bell!
Still heavenward as my spirit soared,
Wilder and sWeeter rang the knell.
My brain all reeling with the sound,
I spemetl from this dark world withdrawn,
And while in tranced slumber bound,
High through the silent Heavens upborne.
Methought a thousand years had passed
While thus in solemn dream I lay,
When suddenly the parting clouds
Seemed opening wide and far away.
No mid-day sun its glory shed,
Tile stars were shrouded from my sight,
Yet, lot majestic o’er my head,
A minister shone in solemn light.
High through the lurid Heaven’s it seemed
Aloft on cloudy wings to rise,
'Till all its pointed turrets gleamed
Far flaming through the vaulted skies.
The bell, with full, resounding peal,
Rang booming through the rocking tower,
No hand had stirred its iron tongue,
Slow swaying to the storm-wind’s power!
My bosom, beating like a bark
Dashed by the surging ocean’s foam,
I trod with faltering, fearful joy,
The mazes of the mighty dome.
A soft light through the oriel streamed,
Like summer moonlight’s golden gloom,
Far through the dusky arches gleamed,
And filled with glory all the room.
Pale sculptures of the sainted (lead
Seemed waking from their icy thrall,
And many a glory-circled head
Smiled sadly from the storied wall.
Oppressed with wonder and with awe,
1 kneeled low by the altar stone,
While blazoned on the vaulted roof,
All Heaven’s fiercest glories shone.
Yet when I raised my eyes once more
The blazoned vault itself was gone,
Wide open was Heaven’s lofty door,
And every cloudy veil withdrawn!
What visions burst upon my soul!
What joys unutterable there
In waves on waves for ever roll,
Like music through the pulseless air l '
These never mortal tongue may tell;
Let him who fain would prove their power,
Pause when he bears that solemn bell
At twilight from the Minister’s tower.
Sarah H. Whitman.
I A Bachelor’s Reflection.— • I wish that I had
married thirty years ago. Oil! I wish a wife
n d half a score of children woultl now start up
■"'Hind me, and bring along with them all that aflee
■i°n which we sho Id have had for each other by be
■n? early acquainted. But as it is, in my present
there is not a person in the world I care a
H* ,raw for; and the world is pretty even with me, for
V den’t believe there is a creature in it who cares a
■’raw for me.’’
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From Noah’s Weekly Messenger.
Reminescences of this great man never
lose their interest, particularly if they are
of a character calculated to exhibit his pe
culiarities in new and engaging lights. It
has been frequently said of the “great
Captain,’’that amid pressing cares of state,
wonderful campaigns and extraordinary
revolutions, he exhibited the greatest sim
plicity,playfulness, if not childish propen
sities in domestic life ; but we have never
read any details which so clearly exem
plify this statement as in a recent work
by Mrs. Abell, late Miss. Eliza Balcome,
giving an account of Napoleon while he
remained in her father’s house at St. He
It appears that her father resided out
of town, in a beautiful cottage called Bri
ars, built with great taste and surrounded
with a fine garden with abundance of
fruit. Until the residence of the emperor
could he completed, it was resolved that
he should reside temporarily at the Bri
ars, and Miss Balcombe, who was quite a
young and sprightly girl, became quite a
favorite of Napoleon’s.
She describes his landing at St. Ilele
la as follows
How vivid y I recollect my feelings of
terror mingled with admiration, as 1 now
first looked upon him whom I hud learn
ed to dread so much.
His appearance on horseback was no
ble and imposing. The animal he rode
was a superb one; his color jet black :
and as he proudly stepped up the avenue,
arching his neck and champing his bit, 1
thought he looked worthy the bearer
of him who was once the ruler of nearly
the whole European world !
Napoleon’s position on horseback, by
adding height to his figure, supplied all
that was wanting to make me think him
the most majestic person I had ever seen.
His dress was green and covered with or
ders, and his saddle an I housings crim
son velvet, richly embroided with gold.
He alighted at our house, and we all mo
ved to the entrance to receive him. Sir
George Uockburn introduced us to him.
On a nearer approach, Napoleon, con
trasting as his short figure did with the
tioble height and aristocratic bearing of
Sir George Cockbtirn, lost something of
the dignity which had so struck me on
first seeing him. He was deadly pale,
and I thought his features though cold
and immoveable, and somewhat stern,
were very beautiful. He seated himself
on one of our cottage chairs, and after
scanning our little apartment with his
eagle glance, he complimented mamma
on the pretty situation of the Briars.—
When he once began to speak, his fasci
nating smile and kind manner removed
every vestige of the fear with which I had
regarded him. While he was talking to
mamma I had an opportunity of scruti
nizing ltis features, which I tid with the
keenest interest; and certainly l have
never seen any one with so remarkable
uttd striking a physiognomy. The por
traits of him give a good general idea of
his features, but his smile, and the ex
pression of ltis eye, could not be trans
mitted to canvass, and these constituted
Napoleon’s chief charm. His hair was
dark brown, and as fine and silky as a
child ; rather too much so indeed fora
man, as it caused it to look thin. His
teeth were even, but rather dark, and I
afterwards found that this arose from eat- j
ing liquorice, of which he always kept a
supply in ltis waistcoat pocket.
The emperor appeared much pleased
with die Briars, and expressed a wish to
remain there. My father had offered Sir
George Cockburn apartments at the cot
tage, and ho immediately assured us of
his willingness to resign them to General
Bonaparte, as the situation appeared to
please him so much, and it was arranged,
much apparently to Napoleon’s satisfac- [
tion, that he should be our guest until
his residence at Longwood was lit to re
Our family,at the time of the emperor’s
arrival, consisted of my. father, my mo
ther, my eldest sister, myself, mid my two
brothers wbo were quite children.
Napoleon determined on not going
down to the town again, and wished Ins
room to be got ready lor him immediately.
Some chairs were then brought out at
his request upon the lawn, and seating
himself on one, he desired me to take an
other, which l did with a beatiug heart.
He then said,
“You speak French?”
I replied that I did, and he asked me
who had taught me. 1 informed him,and
he put several questions to me about my
studies, and more particular.y concern
ing geography. He inquired the capitals
of the different countries of Europe.
“What is the capital of France?”
“Os Italy ?”
“Petersbnrg now,” I replied ; ‘Moscow
On my sayins this, he turned abruptly
round, and fixed his piercing eyes full
on my face, he demanded sternly,
‘Q,ui l’ a brule?’
On seeing the expression of his eye,
and hearing his changed voice, all my
former terror ofhim returned,and I could
not utter a syllable, I had often heard ihe
burning of Moscow talked of, and had
MACON, W EDNESDAY, AUGUST 23, IS 13.
been present at discussions as to whether
the French or Russians were the authors
of that dreadful conflagration, and I fear
ed to offend him by alluding to it.
He repeated the question, and I stam
mered out, ‘I do not know sir.’
lui, oui,’ he replied laughing violent- j
ly ; vous savez ties bien, e’est inoi qui l’a
On seeing him laugh, I gained a little
courage and said,
‘I believe, sir, the Russians burnt it to
get rid of the French.’
He again laughed, and seemed pleased
to find that 1 knew anything about the
'Flic arrangements made for him were
necessarily most hurried, and while we
were endeavoring to complete them in
the way we thought most likely to con
tribute to his comfort, he amused himself
by walking about the grounds and gar
den. In the evening he came into the
house; and as my father and mother
spoke French with difficulty, that lan
guage being much less studied in Eng
land then, than it is at present, he ad
dressed himself again to me, and asked
me whether I liked music, adding,"
‘You are too young to play yourself.’
I felt rather piqued at this,and told him I
could both sing and play. He then asked
me to sing,and I sang as well as I could,
the Scotch song, Ye Banks and Braes.’
When 1 had finished, lie said it was the
prettiest English air he had ever heard.
I replied it was a Scotch ballad, not
English ; and he remarked he thought it
too pretty to be English.
‘Their music is vile—the worst in the
He then inquired if I knew any French
! songs, and among others, ‘Vive Henri
I said I did not.
He began to hum the air, became ab
stracted, and leaving bis seat, marched
round the room, keeping time to the song
lie was singing. When lie had done, he
asked me what I thought of it; and I
told him 1 did not like it at all, fori could
not make out the air.
In fact, Napoleon’s voice was most un
musical, nor do l think he had any ear
for musick; for neither on this occasion,
nor in any of his subsequent attempts at
singing, could 1 ever discover what tune
it was he was executing.
He was, nevertheless, a good judge of
music [if an English woman may say so
alter his sweeping denunciation of our
claims to that science,] probably from
having constantly listened to the best
performers. He expressed a great dislike
to French music, which he said was al
most as bad as the English ; and that the
Italians were the only people who could
produce an opera.
A lady, a friend of ours, who frequently
visited us at the Briars, was extremely
fond of Italian singing, which ‘she loved,
indeed, not wisely, but too well;” for her
own attempts m the bravura style were
the most absurd burlesques imaginable.
Napoleon, however, constantly asked
her to sing, and even listened with great
politeness: but when she was gone, he
often desired me to imitate her singing,
which 1 did as nearly as I could, and it
seemed to amuse him. He usued to shut
his eyes, and pretend he thought it was
Mrs. , ’our departed friend ;’ and
(lien pay me gravely the same compli
ments he would have done to her.
The emperor retired for the night
I shortly after my little attempts to amuse
him, and so terminated his first day at
It is not, however, in my power to give
a detailed account of the events of each
day the emperor spent with us.
1 shall never cease regretting that I did
' not keep a journal of all that occurred ;
but I was too young and too thoughtless
to see the advantage of doing so. Besides,
I trusted to a naturally most retentive
memory, thinking it would enable me at
any time to recall the minutest incident
concerning Napoleon. In this I have de
ceived myself; My life has been a chec
quered and melancholy one; and many
of its incidents have been of a nature to
absorb my mind, and abstract my atten
tion from everything but the considera
ti >n of present misery. This continued
for a length of time, has erased tilings
from my memory which 1 thought I
never could have forgotten, but of which
it now retains nothing but the conscious
ness that they took place, and the regret
that l am unable to record them.
Many of the circumstances lam about
to relate, however, L did write down
shortly after they occurred, and the oth
ers have been kept fresh in my memory
by being repeated to friends . so that the
reader of my little volume may depen 1 on
the absolute truth and fidelity of my nar
rative —a consideration, indeed, to whic h
l have thought it right to sacrifice many
I do not then profess to give a journal
of what Napoleon daily said and did at
the Briars ; but the occurrences 1 do re
late, I have inserted as nearly as possible
in the order in which they took place.
The emperor’s habits during the time
he stayed with us, were very simple and
regular; his usual hour for getting up was
eight, and he seldom took anything but a
cup of coffee until one when he break
fasted, or rather lunched; he dined at
eight, and retirod at about eleven to his
! own rooms. His manner was so unaffec
tedly kind and amiable, that in a few days
I felt perfectly at ease in his society, and
looked upon him more as a companion
of my own age, than as the mighty war
rior at whose name ‘the world grew
pale.’ His spirits were very good, and
lie was at times almost boyish in his love
of mirth and giee, not uumixed some
times with a tinge of malice.
Shortly alter his arrival, a little giri
Miss Legg, the daughter of a friend, came
to visit us a: the Briars. The poor child
had heard such terrific stories of Bona
parte, that when 1 told her he was com
ing up the lawn, she clung to mein an
agony of terror. Forgetting my own
lormer fears, I was cruel enough to run
out and tell Napoleon of the child’s fright,
begging him to come into the house.—
He walked up to her, and brushing up
his hair with his hand, shook his head
making a sort of savage howl.
The little girl screamed so violently,
that mamma was afraid she would go
into hystericks, and took her out of the
Napoleon laughed a good deal at the
idea of his being such a bug-bear, and
would hardly believe me when I told him
that 1 had stood in the same terror of him.
When 1 had made this confession, he
tried to frighten me as he had poor little
Aiiss Legg, by brushing his hair and dis
torting his features ; but he looked more
grotesque than horrible,&. I only laughed
at him. He then, as a last resource,tried
the howl, but was equally unsuccessful,
and seemed, I thought, a little provoked
that lie could not frighten me. He said
the howl was Cossack, and it certainly
was barbarous enough lor anything.
He took a good deal of exercise at this
period, and was loud of taking exploring
walks in the valley and adjacent moun
tains. One evening he stroiled out, ac
companied by General Gourgaud, my
sister, and myself, into a meadow in
which some cows were grazing. One of
these, the moment she saw our party, put
her head down, (and I believe) her tail
up, and advanced />as de charge against
the emperor. He made a skilful and
rapid retreat, and leaping nimbly over a
wall, placed this rampart between him
self and the enemy. But General Gour
ground valaintly stood his ground, and
drawing his sword, threw himself be
tween his sovereign and the cow, ex-
‘This tiie second time I have saved the
Napoleon laughed heartily when he
heard the generla’s boast, and said,
‘He ought to have put himself in the
position to repel cavalry.’
I told him the cow appeared tratlquil
| ized, and stopt the moment he disappear
ed ; and he continued to laugh and said,
‘She wished to save the English Go
vernment the expense and trouble of
_ keeping him.
The emperor during his residence un
! der my father’s roof, occupied only one
room and a marquee. The room was one
j my father had built for a ball-room.—
There was a small lawn in front, railed
| round, and in this railing the marquee
was pitched, connected with the’house by
a covered way. The marquee was di
vided into two compartments, the inner
one forming Napoleon’s bedroom, and at
j one extremity of the external compart
| ment there was a small tent-bed, with
green silk hangings on which General
Gourgaud slept. It was the bedstead
used by the emperor in all his Campaigns.
Between the two divisions of the tent
was a crown, which his devoted servants
had carved out of the turf-tloor, and it
was so placed that the emperor could not
pass through without placing his foot on
this emblem of regal dignity.
Napoleon seemed to have no penchant
for the pleasures of the table. He lived
very simply, and cared little or nothing
about what he ate. He dined at nine,
and at that hour Cipriani, the maitre d’-
hotel, made his appearance, and with a
profound reverence said in a solemn tone
“ Le diner de votre majeste est servi.”
He then retreated backwards, followed
by Napoleon and those of his suite who
were to dine with him.
When he had finished, he would ab
ruptly push away his chair from the ta
table, and quit the dining room, apparent
ly glad it was over. A few days after
his arrival, he invited my sister and my
self to dine with him, and began quizzing
the English for their fondness for rosbif
I accused the French, in return, of liv
ing on frogs; and running into the house
1 brought him a caricature of a long, lean
Frenchman, with his mouth o|>en, his
tongue out, and a frog on the tip of it,
ready to jump down his throat; under
neath was written, “A Frenchman's Din
He laughed at my impertinence, and
pinched my ear, as he often did when
amused, and sometimes when a little pro
voked at my espieglerie.
petit Las Cases, as he called Count
Las Cases’s son, formed one of the party
on that day, he was then a lad of fourteen,
and the emperor was fond of quizzing
me about him, and telling me 1 should
be his wife. Nothing enraged me so
much : I could not bear to be considered
such a child, and particularly at that mo
ment, for there was a ball in prospect to
which 1 had great hopes of papa allow
ing me to go, and I kne w that his objec
tion would tie founded on my being too
Napoleon seeing my annoyance desired
young Las Cases to kiss me, and he held
both my hands while the little page salu
ted me. I did all in my power to escape,
but in vain. The moment my hands
were at liberty, I boxed le petit Las Cas
es’s ears most thoroughly. But I deter
mined to be revenged on Napoleon ; and
in descending to the cottage to play whist
an opportunity presented itself, which I
did not allow to escape.
There was no internal communication
between the part occupied by the empe
ror and the rest of the house, and the
path leading down was very steep and
very narrow; there being barely room
for one person to pass at a time. Napo
leon walked first, Las Cases next, then
his son, and lastly my sister Jane.
I allowed the party to proceed very
quietly until I was lelt about ten yards
behind; and then 1 ran with all my force
on my sister Jane. She fell with extend
ed hands on the little page; he was thrown
upon his father, and the grand chamber
lain, to his dismay, was pushed against
the emperor; who, although the shock
was somewhat diluted by the time it
reached him, had still some difficulty
from the steepness of the path in preserv
ing his footing.
1 was in ecstacies at the confusion I
had created, and exulted in the revenge I
had taken for the kiss ; but I was soon
obliged to change my note of triumph.
lias Cases was thunderstruck at the
insult offered to the emperor, and became
perfectly furious at my uncontrolable
laughter. He seized me by the shoul
ders, and pushed me violently on the
It was now my turn to be enraged. 1
burst into tears of passion, and turning to
Napoleon, cried out,
‘ Oh, sir, he has hurt me.’
“ Never mind,” rep'ied the emperor.
“Ne pleurs pas—l will hold him while
you punish him.”
And a good punishment he got: I box
ed the little man’s ears until he begged
for mi re y: but l would show him none,
and at length Napoleon let him go, tel
ling him to run, and if he could not run
faster than me, he deserved to lie beaten
He immediately started off as fast as he
could and l after him, Napoleon clapping
his hands and laughing immoderately at
our race reund the lawn.
Las Cases never liked me after this ad
venture. and used to call me a rude hoy
I never met any one who bore these
kind of things so well as Napoleon. He
seemed to enter into every sort of mirth
or fun with the glee of a child, and though
I have often tried Lis patience severely,
1 never knew him to loose his temper, or
fall back upon his rank or age, to shield
himself from the consequences of his own
familiarity and indulgence to me. 1 look
ed upon him indeed, when with him, al
most as a brother or companion of my
own age, and all the cautions I received,
and my own resolutions to treat him with
more respect and formality, were put to
flight the moment 1 came within the in
fluence of his arch smile and laugh.
If I approached him more gravely than
usual, and with a more sedate step and
subdued tone, he would perhaps, begin
“ Eh bien, qu’ as tu, Ma’m’selle Betsee ?
Has le petit Las Cases proved inconstant J
If he has, bring him to rue;” or some
other playful speech, which either pleased
or teased me, and made me at once forget
all niy previous determinations to behave
My brothers were at this time quite
children, and Napoleon used 4 to allow
them to sit on his knee, and amuse them
selves by playing with his orders, Ac.
.More than once he has desired me to cut
them off to please them.
One day Alexander took up a pack of
cards on which was the usual figure of
the Great Mogul. The child held it up
to Napoleon; saying, “See, Bony, this is
He did not understand what my broth
er meant by calling him Bony.
1 exclaimed that it was an abbreviation
the short for Bonaporte; but Las Cas
es interpreted the word literally, and said
it meant a bony person.
Napoleon laughed and said, “Je ne
suispas osseux,” which he certainly nev
er could have been, even in his thinnest
His hand was the fattest and prettiest
in the world: his knuckles dimpled like
those of a baby, his fingers taper and
beautifully formed, and his naiL perfect.
I have often admired its symmetry, and
once told him it did not look large and
strong enough to wield a sword. This
led to the subject of swords ; and one of
the emperor’s suite w ho was present, drew
bis sabre from the scabbard, and pointed
to some stains on the blade, said that it
was the blood of Englishmen. The em
peror desired him to sheathe it, telling
him it was bad taste to boast, particularly
Napoleon then produced from a rich
ly embossed case, the most magnificent
sword I ever beheld. The sheath w-as
composed of one entire piece of most
splendidly marked tortoise-shell, thickly
studded with gold bees. The handle,
not unlike a fleur-de-lys in shape, was of
exquisitely wrought gold. It was indeed
the most costly and elegant weapon I had
I repuested Napoleon to allow me to
examine it more closely; and then a cir
cumstance which had occurred in the
morning in which I had been much
piqued at the emperor’s conduct, flashed
across me. The temptation was irresist
ible, and 1 determined to punish him for
what he had done.
1 drew the blade out quickly from the
scabbard, and began to flourish it over his
head, making passes at him, the emperor
retreating, until at last I fairly pinned
him up in the corner. I kept telling him
all the time, that he had better say his
prayers, for I was going to kill him. My
exulting cries at last brought my sister
to Napoleon’s assistance. She scolded
me violently, and said she would inform
my father if I did not instantly desist.
But I only laughed at her, and maintain
ed my post, keeping the emperor at bay
until my arm dropped from sheer ex
1 can fancy I see the figure of the
grand chamberlain now, with his spare
form and parchment visage glowing with
fear for the emperor’s safety ; and indig
nation at the insult I was offering him.
He looked as if he could have annihila
ted me on the spot; but he had felt the
weight of my hand before on his ears,
and prudence dictated to him to let mo
When I resigned my sword, Napoleon
took hold of my ear, which had been !k>-
red only the day before, and pinched it,
giving me greatpain. I called out, and
he then took bold of my nose, which he
pulled heartily, but quite in fun. His
good humor never left him during the
The following was the circumstance
which had excited my ire in the morning.
My father was very strict in enforcing
our doing a French translation everyday,
and Napoleon would often condescend to
look over them and correct their faults.
One morning I felt more than usually
averse to performing this task, and when
Napoleon arrived at the cottage, and ask
ed whether the translation was ready for
him. I had not even begun it.
When he saw this lie took up the pa
per and walked down the lawn with it to
my father, who was preparing to mount
his horse to ride to the valley; exclaiming
as he approached—
“ Balcomb—voila le theme de Madem
oiselle Betsee. Uu’elle a bicn travaille ;”
holding up at the same time the blank
sheet of paper.
My father comprehended imperfectly,
but saw by the sheet of paper, and my
name being mentioned by the laughing
emperor, that he wished me to be scolded,
ed, and entering into the plot, he pretend
ed to be very angry, and threatened if I
did not finish my translation before he
returned to dinner, 1 should be severely
punished. He then rode off, and Napo
leon left me, laughing at my sullen and
mortified air. And it was the recollec
tion of this which made me try to fright
en him with the sword.
The emperor in the course of the eve
ning desired a quantity of bijouterie to be
brought down to amuse us, and among
other things the miniatures of the young
King of Rome. He seemed gratified
and delighted when we expressed our
admiration of them. He possessed a
great many portraits of young Napoieon.
One of them represented him sleeping
in his crad e, which was in the form a
helmet of Mars: the banner of France
waved over his head, and his tiny right
hand supported a small globe.
I asked the meaning of these emblem*,
and Napoleon said he was to be a great
warrior, and the globe in his hand signi
fied he was to rule the word. Anothe
miniature on a snuff-box represented the
little fellow on his knees before a crucifix,
his hands clasped, and his eyes raised to
Heaven. Underneath were these words
“Je prie le bon Dieu pour mon pere,
ma mere, et ma patrie.”
It was an exquisite thing.
Another portrayed him with two lamb?*
on one of which he is riding, and the oth
er he is deeking out with ribbons. The
emperor told us these lambs were present
ed to his son by the inhabitants of Paris
an unwarlike emblem, and perhaps inten
ded as a delicate hint to the emperor to
make him a more peaceable citizen than
The Paschal lamb, however, is, I be
lieve, the badge on the colors of a distin -
guished English regiment, and perhap
may be intended to remind the soldi
that gentleness and mercy are not incon
sistent with the fiercer and more lion
like attributes of his profession.
Wenext sawanotherdrawing,in which
the Empress Maria Louise and her son
were represented, surrounded by a sort
of halo of roses and clouds, which I did
not admire quite so much as some of the
Napoleon then said he was going to
show us the portrait of the most beautiful
woman in the world, and produced an
exquisite miniature of his sister Paulin* 1 ,
Certainly 1 never saw any thing so per
fectly lovely. 1 could not keep my eyes
from it, and told him how enchanted l