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THE AMERICAN INDIAN PRINCESS.

This interesting creature, wife of the celebrated Michigan chief, Makoonse, died at her lodgings, No. 100, in the Waterloo-road, Lambeth, on Sunday, the 18th of January. Her name was Ash mik warr be gun o je Beaver, or "the diving mouse." She was perfectly sensible of her approaching end, and refused to take any medicine, saying that the great Spirit would be offended if she tried to evade his summons; and that not having, to her knowledge, committed a single evil action, she was not afraid to obey that summons. In consequence of the apprehensions of the chief, her husband, that she would not be buried as became her station, she was received into the Christian church, and baptised on Sunday morning, a few hours before her death, by the name of Antoinette o whow o qua. On the same evening that she died, and for some time after her demise, the grief of her husband knew no bounds. Whilst her sister and followers joined in a wail the most heart-piercing, the wretched chief, after prostrating himself with violence, and beating his head against the floor, caught the dead body in his arms, entreating it, with the most passionate expressions, not to leave him alone in a strange world. The interpreter describes his language as beautiful, and almost approaching to sublinity; and well may he be believed, when so many "talks," and other specimens of Indian eloquence are before us, drawn from the true source of the sublime — heaven, earth, sea, the rising and setting sun, mountains, floods, &c. On Monday and Tuesday following her demise, persons were allowed to see her remains, which excited much admiration from the beauty of the features. The body was in an elegant black coffin, richly ornamented, the plate of which bore the simple inscription

ANTOINETTE O WHOW O QUA,
Died 18th January, 1835,
Aged 26.

The body was dressed in the manner of the country, over which (why we know not) was a richly-worked shroud, and down each side a strip of green cloth trimmed with red; a few leaves of laurel and a bouquet on her bosom; ear-rings loaded with ornaments in her ears, and other jewels at her sides; her cheeks painted red. Tuesday afternoon, at four, (after considerable persuasion of her husband to a temporary burial,) was fixed for her funeral, at St. John's, Waterloo-road, when, in consequence of the unhappy chief having been made one of the Dramatis Persone, it was attended by the following gentlemen-Messrs. W. Keane, H. Wallack, Wetty, E. Lancaster, Miller, and Gale. The mourners were the chief and his wife's sister, with three of the Indians that accompanied

him to England; after them Messrs. Carbonel, Oxberry, &c.

When the Christian ceremony was over, to which poor Antoinette had been made entitled, then were Indian ceremonies kindly permitted-then was the white rose, emblem of her purity, strewed upon her-then did her husband pray the GREAT SPIRIT that none might profane the hallowed spot where all his joys and hopes were deposited, figuratively, as usual, marking on the stone nearest to it the image of the PRESERVER-then did Shaw-wash (big sword) heroically pronounce her eulogy on all the qualities that become an Indian princess. On return to his desolate home, while the gentlemen who attended him were present, he addressed them in a manner that we should have preferred to have received from his interpreter, though we are obliged by the communication of Mr. Miller, 6, York-road, to the Morning Herald, for some preservation of it, as communicated to him in French, which he translated rather theatrically for the public. He thus said what we think is something like the following:

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"Friends! She whom I have lost was the joy of my soul-in her were all my hopes concentrated, all my delight. Three years before we came to this country was I united to her, and during that period our only happiness was in each other. If accident separated us, the only thought was when we should meet again, and the hours were painfully counted. When I resolved to come here, fearing for her, I implored her to remain; she would not hear me: 'No, to you I am bound in heart and spirit; your life is my life, and whether it be suffering and despair, or happiness and glory, your fate be it mine to share!' She's gone-we have given her to heaven-I am not a weeping man, but tears burst from me now like the waters of the great torrent; the goodness that here abounds is balsam to my sad heart, the only drop of consolation fate could yield to my desolate bosom.”

It seems that the unhappy princess died of consumption, the usual fate of all Indians, from Prince Lee Boo downwards, who are induced to visit the country of high civilization. Sir A. Carlile is said to have attended her, but in vain! It is also asserted that the very day of her funeral was fixed for her husband's introduction to the King of England. Unhappy chief! what does all this avail thee now? solitary-forlorn―estranged.

The history of his arrival in this country, with his wife and family, has been given out as arising from a claim of remuneration from England for certain territory abstracted from the tribe of himself and wife; but, however it may be mixed up with this, we much fear that the chief object of their con

ductor has been their exhibition, from the great and just fame of Makoonse as a rifle shot.

We have done.-Poor Antoinette is no more, her husband is desolate! and this is all we have any right to obtrude on the "Lady's Mag. and Museum." Still, permit us a few more last words, on behalf of woman. It was really repulsive to us to read in the newspapers, that the deceased was denominated a squaw! We know that, in the Indian dialect, this means, simply, female; but there is also an Indian adjunct, that we

think belonged to her. This we know, that the celebrated and highly intellectual Colonel Brown, of St. Vincent's, the hero of St. Augustin, and intimate friend of the late Marquis Hastings, actually married an Indian squaw and found her so faithful to him, that he obtained the assistance of her whole tribe, in favour of the British army in America; and what was more, towards the old question concerning savage and civilized existence, to the end of a life, approaching towards 100 years, preserved Indian habits, even at Holyland's-hotel, in London.

Births, Marriages, and Beaths.

BIRTHS.

On the 15th January, in Guilford street, Russell-square, the lady of Robert Walter Carden, Esq., of a daughter.-Jan. 21, the lady of W. Judd, Esq., of Curzon Lodge, Old Brompton, of a son. -Jan. 19, the lady of the Hon. W. A'Court Holmes, of a son and heir.-Jan. 10, Countess de la Warr, of a daughter.-Jan. 15, the lady of E. T. Cardale, Esq., of Bedford row, of a son.— Jan. 12, Madame Garcia, wife of Signor Garcia, of a son.-At Zofingen, Switzerland, the lady of Capt. G. J. H. Johnstone, R. N., of a daughter. At Lake House, Wanstead, the lady of T. Hood, Esq., of the "Comic Annual," of a son. -The Countess Lucchesi (Duchess de Berry), of a daughter, which died soon after.-The lady of J. Dawn, Esq., 8th Hussars, of a daughter.-The lady of Sir Hugh P. H. Campbell, Bart., M.P., of a daughter.

MARRIAGES.

Jan. 8, at Inverness, Capt H. Mackenzie, Bengal army, third son of the late Sir H. Mackenzie, of Gaerlock, Bart., to Mary Lydia, eldest daughter of Major-Gen. Sir H. Fraser, K.C.B.-At St. Helena, W. Alexander, Esq., son of the Bishop of Meath, to Miss Janet Dallas, eldest daughter of the Governor and Commander-in-chief of that island, and niece of Gen. Sir J. Dallas, G.C.B.At Seaford, Jan. 20, Capt. J. W. Mitchell, East India Service, to Sarah Jane, second daughter of H. Harrison, Esq.-Jan. 20, at St. Pancras, Henry Stainbank, jun., Esq., of Peckham, to Mary, youngest daughter of William Essex, Esq., of Upper Woburn-place.-Capt. P. W. Braham, 78th Highlanders, to Ann, daughter of the late J. Pycroft, Esq.

DEATHS.

Lately, at her uncle's, S. Taylor, Esq., St. Anne-street, Liverpool, after a few hours illness, universally and most deservedly beloved, respected, and deeply regretted, Marianna de Billinghurst, eldest daughter of the late amiable and lamented Captain John Taylor, of the 54th regiment of Foot, and of the Royal Flints militia; grand-daughter of the late Captain George de Billinghurst, R.N., and great grand-daughter of the late William de Billinghurst, Esq., (J.P. and M.P.) of Mytchen Hall and Poyle Park, near Guildford, Surrey, and High Billinghurst, and Gate-street, Sussex; and great niece of the late Admiral T. Brodrick, cousin to Lord Middleton. Her sweetness of temper, amiable disposition, engaging manner, matchless virtues and accom

plishments, endeared her to all who knew her, and had the pleasure of her acquaintance, and all deeply lament her sudden and early death. The irreparable loss of her will be ever deeply mourned by her inconsolable afflicted mother, brother, and sisters. She was a lovely flower.

The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish, when they sleep in dust. Jan. 16, suddenly, Lady Susan Lygon, daughter of Earl St. Germain's. Colonel Lygon was attending his election, and hastened home, but saw her no more alive.-Jan. 20, Lady M. Villiers, daughter of the Earl and Countess of Clarendon. -At Dresden, by a fall from the library steps, M. Fr. Ad. Ebert, the celebrated bibliographer, aged 48.-Mdlle. Duchesnay, the pleasing actress, whose talents were displayed in an assembly of her cotemporaries at Nôtre Dame.-At Tralee, in Ireland, Jan. 17th, Judith Brew, a pauper, aged 110. She never wore a shoe or stocking, and enjoyed health to within a week of her death.Jan. 1, William Gorringe, aged 89. For sixty years he hunted on foot, and has often beaten some of the best horses of the hunt.-Jan. 15, J. Bragg, of the Society of Friends, aged 81.Lieut.-Col. M. Watt.-Jan. 15, at her château of Chimay, the Princess de Chimay, formerly Madame Tallien, so celebrated for her beauty, and the part she played during the first French Revolution.-Jan. 21, died, of an apoplectic fit, Lady Dinorben, aged 50. The Duke of Sussex, who has been on a visit to Kinmell-park, was to have celebrated his birth.day there.-Charles Lamb, the celebrated Elia, in the 61st year of his age. His eulogy has been already well pronounced in "The Athæneum" and other works; but we have some original remarks from an excellent correspondent, of which we shall avail ourselves next month. Mrs. E. Parker, aged 80.-Mrs. Clapham, aged 90.-Miss M. Tapper, aged 80.J. Bailey, aged 92, parish clerk at Keinton, Dorset. He never used a stick, and never once missed performing his duty for 56 years.

At Nassau, New Providence, of yellow fever, Henry, son of the late C. M. Williams, Esq., of Jamaica, aged 20.-At Padstow, aged 73, Mrs. Rawlings, widow of the late T. Rawlings, Esq.— Jan. 16, at Attleborough-halls, Warwick, George Greenway, Esq., aged 74.-Jan. 6, aged 62, the Earl of Portman, by which the title becomes extinct.-Jan. 22, Alderman C. Smith, aged 85.— At Paris, aged 79, M. Lafontaine, the celebrated painter and judge of pictures.

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Born 1605.

MARION DE LORME

Died 1650.

An authentic portrait engraved exclusively for the Lady's Magazine and Museum.

VOL. VI.

W. 25 of the series

of ancient portrait..

Dobbs and Page, publishers, 12. Fetter Lane London.

1835.

THE

LADY'S MAGAZINE

AND

MUSEUM

OF THE BELLES-LETTRES, FINE ARTS, MUSIC, DRAMA, FASHIONS, &c.

IMPROVED SERIES, ENLARGED.

MARCH, 1835.

UNDER THE DISTINGUISHED PATRONAGE OF

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF KENT.

MARION DE LORME.

(Illustrated by an authentic whole length Portrait, beautifully coloured.)

The drama of Marion de Lorme raised Victor Hugo to the first literary station in France; at the same time it revived the history of this erring and unfortunate beauty, and linked her name with a species of enchantment from the time of its representation. In consideration of our limited space, we shall, for the present, confine ourselves to the discussion of this drama, and a specimen of it: merely premising, in the way of explanation, that Marion was a female of low birth, who had risen to a bad eminence at the court of France by means of the passion with which she had inspired Cardinal Richelieu; that, at the time when her intrigues were producing the greatest scandal, she fell passionately in love with a young gentleman of small fortune, but high sense of honour, and finding that he scorned and loathed beauty when unaccompanied by virtue, she made a desperate struggle to regain the paths she had forsaken, and become worthy the love of an honourable man. This struggle forms the groundwork of Victor Hugo's tragedy; and the agonies by which the heart of Marion is purified are certainly nobly defined. There is, too, a fine contrast between the characters of the loftyminded and sternly moral Didier, and the gay, reckless, meddlesome Saverny; VOL. VI.-No. 3.

perhaps the last was the most difficult, and required the greatest genius to draw. For the first three acts the reader is constantly provoked with Saverny, as the most impertinent coxcomb that ever troubled the scenes of a tragedy; but his character assumes depth and interest, and, as it unfolds, gradually captivates the reader by its generosity and intrepidity. The first act of Victor Hugo's tragedy shows Marion with much of her original character and way of life hanging about her. She has experienced the first feelings of love for Didier, by accidentally meeting him in Paris-as yet they have not spoken, and he is in utter ignorance of her course of life, but her beauty has made a powerful impression on his heart. Fearing that his passion will never be returned, he has withdrawn himself to Blois, whither Marion follows him, having stolen away from the cardinal and the court, and established herself privately in a retired house with only one female attendant. Here she improves her acquaintance with Didier; they meet and converse, and she grants him an interview at midnight; but, in the preceding day, she is discovered by one of her old admirers, Saverny, whose regiment has been ordered to Blois. Saverny pays her a most mal apropos visit that very evening;

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