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AMERICAN 1 IBMiißlfs Ihe most perfect Government would be that which, emanating directly from the People, Governs least —Posts least —Dispenses Justice to all, and confers Privileges on None. —BENTIIAM. VOL. I.i LR. WM. GREEN - EDITOR. AMsr.icA:: d3HCCf.at, PUBLISHED WEEKLY) IN THE REAR OF J. BARNES' BOOKSTORE, MULBERRY STREET) MACON, GEO. at two DOLLARS FDR annum, to-in ADVANCE.-CU Rates of Advertising, Arc, One square, of 100 words, dr less, in small type, 75 cents for the first insertion, and 50 cents for each subsequent inser tion. All Advertisements containing more than 100 and less than 200 words, will be charged as two squares. To Vearly Advertisers, a liberal deduction will be made. EQ— N. B Sales of LAND, by Administrators. Executors, T>r Guardians, are required, by law, to be held on the first Tuesday in the month, between the hours of 10 in the fore noon, and 3 in the afternoon, at the Court-House in the Coun ty in which the properly is situated. 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All business of this nature, will receive prompt attention, St the Office of the AMERICAN DEMOCRAT. REMITTANCES BY MAIL.—“A Postmaster may en close money in a letter to the publisher of a newspaper, to pay the subscription of a third person, arid frank the letter, if Written by himself.” Arnos Kendall, P M <J. COMMUNICATIONS addressed to the Editor— Post Paid. 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 My brain all reeling with the sound, I spemetl from this dark world withdrawn, And while in tranced slumber bound, High through the silent Heavens upborne.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.’’ DEMOCRATIC BANNER FREE TRADE; LOW DUTIES; NO DEBT; SEPARATION FROM BAHHS; ECONOMY; RETRENCHMENT; AND A STRICT ADHERENCE TO THE C. C\Ia.UOU.Y. From Noah’s Weekly Messenger. NAPOLEON. 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 lena. 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 ceive him. 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?” “Paris.” “Os Italy ?” “Rome.” “Os Russia?” “Petersbnrg now,” I replied ; ‘Moscow formerly.’ 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 blue.’ 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 matter. '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 world/ He then inquired if I knew any French ! songs, and among others, ‘Vive Henri duarte.’ 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 the Briars. 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 olliers. 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 room. 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- claiming, ‘This tiie second time I have saved the emperor’s life.’ 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 and plum-pudding; 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 ner.” 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 young. 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 rocky bank. 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 again. 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 den. 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 by saying. “ 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 prettiiy. 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 you.” 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 days. 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 before ladies. 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 ever seen. 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 haustion. 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 alone. 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 whole scene. 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 his papa. 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 others. 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 mo. is*