troons that I am expected to gain a battle!" My authority for this anecdote is Mr. Alexander Baring, who heard it himself from the lips of Pozzo di Borgo.

dictated a letter addressed to Messrs. Hope & Co., in the hand-writing of Mollien, the successor of Barbé-Marbois, who had been removed. This missive, couched in the language of a master to his servant, contained the following words: "You have made enough money in the Louisiana As a companion to the foregoing, here is business to leave no room to doubt that you will, an anecdote of Napoleon, also at Waterloo :without reservation, comply with any order I may see fit to make." He then sent this letter without Ouvrard's consent, by an Inspector of FiOn the day after my arrival at Brussels, I had nance, to Amsterdam. However, the Finance a chance to visit the field of battle. A fortunate Inspector was very coolly received, and had to chance brought me for a cicerone, the same peacome back without accomplishing anything. sant, Coste, whom Napoleon found at Charleroi, Soon afterwards Napoleon thought it advisable on the evening before the battle, and took with to send the Baron Louis-afterwards Louis Phi-him to his head-quarters as a guide. All the lippe's first Minister of Finance-to Holland to lected and read, the plans and maps I had careexplore the ground, and discover what resources Ouvrard might have there. Baron Louis present- fully studied, and a panoramic view of the field ed himself to the Messrs. Hope, and disclosed the I had procured in London, had stamped themobject of his visit. Mr. Labouchere, who receiv-selves so vividly on my memory, that I had ed him, at once replied: "Whether we have money in our hands for Mr. Ouvrard, or not, Baron, is not a matter for which we are obliged to ren der any account to you; and the inappropriate ness of your present visit must have been apparent to yourself!" This anecdote related by Ouvrard himself, I can offer as simple truth, for I have likewise heard it repeated frequently by

Mr. Labouchère also, who could not suppress a feeling of inward pride, whenever he got an opportunity, to illustrate his entire independence of the man, at whose feet all Europe bent the

knee."

Among the many anecdotes scattered through these pages are a few relating to the Duke of Wellington. The following is of doubtful authenticity, though book and line appear to be quoted for it :

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different narratives of the battle which I had col

scarcely reached the scene, and alighted from my vehicle, ere I found myself quite at home. Not a hillock, not an unevenness of the ground, not hood, or far away, that I had not named at the a clump of trees, not a hamlet in the neighborfirst glance. Coste, who had to keep the description he had learned by heart, to himself, at length remarked that I did not require his services, if, as he was led to suppose, I had myself been pretruth, and greatly enjoyed his contradictory ansent at the battle. I acquainted him with the swers, when I questioned him in regard to certain points of detail. Thus, for instance, I found myself much more at home than he was, in the Castle of Hougomont and its garden, where the marks of destruction were still so distinctly visible, for he had been beside the emperor all day, until the hero of the age was, for the second time, compelled to seek safety in flight. When Coste-this was his own story-having been placed among Notwithstanding this extremely irritated state of the English batteries, he laid himself with his Napoleon's staff, rode with him into the first fire of feeling on the part of the French military, whole body lengthwise and as close to the anikept down too as it was by force alone, there was mal as he could cling, upon his horse's back, so no one in all Paris that rode about more fear that the enemy's balls might not hit him. When lessly than the Duke of Wellington; he showed himself everywhere, and usually in a simple blue Napoleon saw this, he called to him with a overcoat, with the red English scarf around his avoid the ball that is destined to strike you, no smile. "Get up, you silly fellow! you cannot waist, and the usual military chapeau on his head, matter how you try to do so!"-"And he was decorated with a white and red plume. He was generally followed by a single orderly-sergeant From the causeway of La Hay Sainte, we rode right!" added Coste, "for here I am, you see." on horseback. I saw him ride thus one morning along a hollow, sheltered on either side by into the Court-yard of the Hotel de l'Empire, hills. I here asked my guide, if this were not whither he had come to inquire for the celebrat- the spot from which Napoleon observed the last ed London banker Angerstein, who had also put up there. There was no lack of anecdotes concerning the sang-froid of this hero of the day, who, at the battle of Waterloo, had several times rode himself into the midst of his squares, when the French cuirassiers charged in upon them. The Russian Count Pozzo di Borgo used to relate that the Duke, when he wanted, in the very beginning of the action to make attack upon the French line, with a couple of regiments of Nassau cavalry, suddenly found himself abandoned by them, at the very first cannon shot that was fired, and was left alone with his staff, in the middle of the field. He simply turned to the Count, and smilingly said, "What do you think of that? Yet it is with such pol- went over to America and settled himself. He

onset of his guards and cuirassiers, under Ney. "You are on the very ground!" he said, "it was precisely here!" I then asked, "What did he say? what did he do?"-" Not much!" rejoined Coste, "he looked once more through his fieldglass, then he said: "They are in confusion-all is over-let us go!" We then took the track right across the field to Charleroi, dashing along as fast as our beasts could go, and when we reached the place, an aide-de-camp flung me a double Napoleon, with the words: "To the d-1 with you!" or something worse."

After the settlement of Europe M. Nolte

ercise of his caustic humor.

made money and married a wife. In a few with arms of iron, but with velvet gloves." My years he returned once more to Europe,-to readers may have heard this; but a remark find in his reception a good theme for the ex-which fell from the lips of Madame Lafitte's right hand neighbor is newer. 'Right," said he, "it is so-but he very often forgot to put his gloves all who heard it burst out laughing. I asked on." This was so true, and so à propos, that my next neighbor who the witty gentleman was, and learned, to my surprise, that he was no less a person than the celebrated Marquis of Lansdowne; his companion was Lord Bristol.

I landed at Havre. Here I was received by the whole Exchange, not merely with distinction, but with a sort of jubilee. In connection with all the first houses, I had executed all their commissions, sent cotton to all, and put money into the purses of all. My appearance at the Exchange was the signal of the gathering of a little court about me, and for the offering of numberless déjeuners dinatoires and dinners. Had it been possible to deceive myself, as to the source of this reception and this empressement, I had but to cast a glance at the shore of the sea, in the immediate neighborhood of the port. Young Baring was travelling through the westThere I saw the great Chateaubriand, then in ern part of Virginia, which was at that time the zenith of his glory, companionless, wander-peopled by the roughest class of Americans, and ing lonely and forsaken on the shore, pursuing the vehicle he used was a very handsome and his own dreams or inspirations.

A dinner at Lafitte's country house introduces us to good company and a happy rejoinder to a fine old saying:

Much space is devoted in this volume to our commercial magnates, and especially to the Barings. A good story is told of one of the Messrs. Baring in America :

newly varnished travelling carriage. In accordance with the favorite custom of these wild fel

lows, who usually carried a penknife or a nail in their pockets, one of the idlers, who stood and leaned about the door of the tavern, where he had alighted for refreshment, amused himself by We soon met the master of the house, in com- scratching with a nail all sorts of ridiculous pany with two very simply dressed, well man- figures on the varnish of the carriage doors. nered Englishmen, one of whom wore something | Baring, who came out of the inn, and caught then unusual in French society-a summer cos- our friend engaged in this agreeable and polite tume, white drilling trowsers, fine cotton stock-occupation, the instant he saw what was going ings and shoes. Both spoke French well. The on, very sharply expressed his disapprobation. perfection of English cotton manufactures ap- The loiterer responded, "Look here, Sir, don't peared to be the topic of conversation; and be saucy; we make no ceremony. T'other day when we returned to the house I had decided we had a European fellow here, like yourself, that the two gentlemen were great Manchester who was mighty saucy, so I pulled out my pistol spinners. M. Lafitte, as usual, led the conversa- and shot him dead, right on the spot. There he tion, as the French say, "il tenait la corne;" lies!" Baring rejoined, in the coolest manner that is, he spoke out whatsoever came into his imaginable, by asking, "And did you scalp him, head, interrupting others, and starting countless too?" The American was so struck with this, topics that had nothing to do with the matter in and felt this reproach upon his savage rudeness hand. On reaching the drawing-rooms we found so keenly, that, after gazing at Baring suddenly Madame Lafitte, with her only daughter, now and earnestly for a moment in silence, he exthe Princess de la Moskowa, and several gentle-claimed, "By God! Sir, you must be a clever men, most of them opposition deputies in the fellow! Let's shake hands!" chamber, among them M. Casimir Perrier and M. Grammont, to whom M. Lafitte introduced me personally. At table one of the Englishmen was placed at Madame Lafitte's right hand, the other at her husband's. I concluded, by this distribution of the places of honor, that they must be, probably, owners of several great cotton factories, with enormous credits at Lafitte's, which regulated the proportion of his great politeness to them. M. Lafitte, whose talkativeness had as yet found no obstacle, rattled away. To please me, he had made a water-color He told a great deal about the "hundred days," drawing of his celebrated "Sons of Edward," and said he had never admired Napoleon; and in the Luxembourg gallery, and had presented that during the time when he was daily sent for, me with a picture, called "The beheading of and consulted by the Emperor, he had learned Lady Jane Grey." It was a sketch, but so movto know him well, and had discovered that he ing, that all who saw it at my house experienced possessed the art of making himself popular in the same feeling. I wanted Delaroche to paint the highest degree. "He was quite confidential it in life size, and at last he consented. Madame with me," said Lafitte, "spoke without any reti- de Moutant was one of the usual yisitors at his nence, and once made to me a notable remark studio. She was born Duchesse de la Rocheabout our nation. "The French," he said, "are foucauld, and was the intimate friend of the a people whom one must know how to govern 'Prince Paul Demidoff, who afterwards married

In the later period of his life, M. Nolte was more familiar with artists than with financiers ; and he has left some amusing-if apocalyptic is a tale about Delaroche and his famous pic-stories respecting living celebrities. Here ture of "Lady Jane Grey," and how it came into the hands of Prince Demidoff :—

the Princesse Mathilde Bonaparte, daughter of | another idea of the Magdalen. On the minister the King of Westphalia. She possessed influ- asking what would be the price of this last picence enough with this gentleman to induce him ture, he replied, "Nothing." He had nothing to buy the picture for 8,000 francs, which was further in view than to get the preference as 2,000 more than Horace Vernet had received for painter, and he left the price to the minister's his greatest pictures, even for " The Pope carri- own sense of propriety. M. Thiers agreed. ed to St. Peter's by the Swiss Guard," and "The Delaroche received the first 25,000 francs, and Pope, Michael Angelo, and Raphael, on the went to Rome, where I saw him again early in porch of the Vatican." As the picture drew near 1835. During a visit to his studio, where I saw its completion, the wild enthusiasm of all who rows of exquisite sketches, studies, and drawings saw it awakened a sort of sorrow in Delaroche, for the painting of the Madeleine, he received a that he had sold it for 8,000 francs; but the bar- letter from a protectress and friend of his, Magain was made. Madame de Moutant undertook dame Dosne, mother-in-law of M. Thiers, into influence Demidoff, who was prudent in his forming him that the minister had determined extravagance, to a higher offer; and it was de- to have the hemicycle painted, and to give it to termined that I should get from the art dealers, the painter Flandin. She had done what she Rittner & Goupil, Rue Montmartre, a letter, as could against this, but in vain. Delaroche at if from an English capitalist, offering 15,000 once wrote to Thiers, that he would return the francs, and requesting me to lay the offer before 25,000 francs received as soon as he arrived in my friend. The letter came to my hands, from Paris, whither he determined to go at once, and which it passed through Delaroche's, to those of that their contract was at an end. The Marquis Madame de Moutant, and thus to Demidoff's, of Montemart, who was present, another friend, who at once sent to Delaroche 12,000 francs, be- and myself endeavored to dissuade him from this cause the picture so much surpassed his expec- course, but in vain. He left us for a quarter of tation; and in this way it was paid for, at fifty an hour, and then brought in his answer, worded per cent. above the original price. From this with all the bitterness of a wounded artist spirit. moment Delaroche's pictures rose in price. Nor would he change or soften one expression. "M. Thiers," said he, "must learn with whom After this strange confession, we have some he is dealing; that I am a man of honor, and moralizing and further scandal and story not a mountebank like himself." telling (about famous pictures and famous people) as follows:

One more anecdote of Delaroche must be added:

The raising of the price of his "Lady Jane Grey," through Madame de Moutant, cannot be The envy of his brother artists rose to its cited here against him, for he had nothing to do height during the exhibition of his "Beheading with it; and although he knew the manner in of Lady Jane Grey." Delacroix, the two Bouwhich it was done, he did not help, but only langers, Champmartin, and others, formed a tolerate. Who could blame him, especially with clique, who devoted themselves to his overthrow a man like Demidoff, who never knew shame, from the height which he had won so lightly. who was ready for the foulest tricks, and who These gentlemen, who had themselves praised never listened to the voice of justice. What the picture to Delaroche, usually met at the a frightful picture of moral depravity would the Sunday receptions of Madame de Mirbel, the secret history of this favorite of fortune exhibit! celebrated miniature painter of the Faubourg His veins were full of Cossack blood; and he St. Germain, where the bitterest criticism was respected even the sex of women so little, as to allowed, and where gall flowed freely. Madame have used the knout both to Madame de Mou- de Mirbel's rule was to be on friendly terms with tant and to his wife the princess Mathilde. Ma- all the notable historic painters, that these might dame de Moutant knew him thoroughly, and was suggest her name to all their friends who might sure that his purse-pride was almost beyond be in want of miniatures. She had invited Dehearing any reason. The following will show laroche, but he had hitherto neglected the invitaDelaroche in his true light. M. Thiers, Minister tion. One morning I told him of the gossip of the Interior, determined to have the church which went on about him in the drawing-rooms of la Madeleine completed, and the side walls of this lady, and told him he should go there covered by six grand pictures, representing himself, and see and hear what was going on scenes in the life of St. Mary Magdalen. He with reference to himself. "Not bad advice," he wisely sought Delaroche, stipulated to pay him said, "I think I will go next Sunday." Accord25,000 francs for each picture, and 25,000 francs ingly, to the great astonishment of all, he made more for a voyage to Italy, there to make studies his appearance. Madame de Mirbel almost fell and procure models, which were not to be found upon her knees, and seemed utterly confounded amid the Savoyard physiognomies, or the forms at the honor. After half an hour's stay he took of the Parisians. In this agreement one point leave of the lady, who, surrounded by her satelremained unsettled, the finishing of the Hemi- lites, accompanied him to the door, saying, cycle which should connect the two walls, and about which the minister could not decide, whether it should be painted or sculptured in wood. Delaroche very properly held, that if painted it must be by the same hand that should paint the side walls, since another artist would have quite

"Ah! M. Delaroche, why go so soon?" His answer was, "Pardon me, Madame, I have accomplished a double object in coming here this evening. First, I came to pay my respects to you; then, as I am busied with a picture, in which Hypocrisy and Dissimulation are to ap

pear, I needed some studies of heads, and-as we have shown, is a volume full of anec(looking round upon the painters)-I have suc- dote and gossip, character and humor. Some ceeded perfectly; I have found them: Madame, of the stories are doubtful: many of the facts I have the honor to wish you good night."

We must pause at this point-not for want of matter, but in fairness to the author. Here,

and figures are open to correction. But the amusing interest of the book is independent

of the exactness of facts.

From Chambers's Journal.
ORPHAN WINNY.

"O no," replied she; "they are not the same mother's children."

"Indeed!" I exclaimed in some surprise; "and yet they both call you mamma?"

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Yes," replied Mrs. Grey, pointing to the child in mourning, "but Winny's mother is dead;" and the child, as if catching the words, ceased her play, and turned her beautiful dark eyes full upon me, as if to say: Pity me!"

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"Poor child!" I exclaimed; "but she seems to have found a kind relation in you, Mrs. Grey."

Grey mamma, and yet one of the children was dressed in deep mourning, while the other wore a frock of bright crimson. A fine curly IN travelling through the north of Scotland, headed boy, of four years old, in his night endeavoring to find out a relation who had gown, ready for bed, sat by the fire teaching some years previously settled in that part of the kitten her letters-a kind of catechism the world, or, failing in this, to obtain a situa- which could only have occurred to a child of tion as governess, my inquiries led occasion- his age. I could not help remarking the imally to strange recitals concerning circum- aginative employments of the children, at the stances and individuals, that might have suited same time asking Mrs. Grey if the little girls well for the foundation of many a romance- were twins. proving the oft, though never too often repeated adage, that "truth is stranger than fiction." In that bleak and singularly shaped town Peterhead, whose harbors run, like the jaws of a sword-fish, into the sea, I had occasion to take up my abode for some time at the house of one Abel Grey, who, with moderate custom, and great prudence, maintained his family in much respectability. Of course he had an admirable coadjutor in his good and industrious wife, who managed her little household with a methodical judgment and in a simple sway I have rarely seen equalled. His shop, merely a clothier's-for some thirty "No relation," replied that good woman: years ago, men did not, as now, monopolize "I doubt whether Winny has a relation in every branch of business under one roof- the world." was, I remember well, on the right hand side "You quite interest me about the little of the passage on entering, and the parlor ex- creature," said I; "would it be too great a actly opposite; and surely it was the most liberty to inquire her history?" comfortable little parlor in the world! At "I don't know much of it," said Mrs. Grey; least I thought so, when, after a freezing ride" and what I do know, I have been cautioned on the outside of the coach from Aberdeen, not to reveal. She has been confided to my my landlady-for I had taken a small bed- care by a gentleman who has adopted her: room and sitting-room on the first floor-sent he is extremely fond of her, and no doubt up a polite request that I would join the fami- will give her a good education, to fit her for ly at tea. Every corner of the room was illu- a governess, or some such desirable employminated by that most cheerful of all lights, a ment." blazing fire, and revealed, what perhaps shows Alas for the desirableness of such an emthe hospitality of a good Scotch housewife ployment! Had simple Mrs. Grey known as more than anything else, a tea-table covered much of the drudgery of a governess's life as with abundance of good things. Remember- I did, she would have found some other word ing, as I did, the scanty supply of thin bread by which to qualify it. The postman's knock and butter, which, with a decoction of very interrupted our conversation. "I shouldn't pale hyson and cerulean milk, make up a wonder," said Mrs. Grey, "if that is a letter London tea, I was enchanted with the Land from Captain Singleton ;" and almost the next of Cakes-recollect, good reader, I was a minute her husband entered from the shop, conhungry outside passenger-which could thus firming the supposition. receive a stranger as an honored guest.

In one corner of the room were two little girls, apparently of the same age, busily employed in hushing a doll to sleep, and making ready its tiny cradle; they both called Mrs.

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Winny," said Mr. Grey to the little girl, "come here, my pet, and tell me what would please you most."

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What, most of all-of everything?" asked the child, looking wistfully in his face, as if she

"When peace was declared, I found it somewhat difficult, being a second son, to sub

believed for a moment in his power to grant | her wish. "Yes; what in all the world could happen sist upon half-pay only. The trifling addition to please you best?"

"O that dear mamma could come back again!" said the child, with painfully touching

earnestness.

Nay, Winny," said Mrs. Grey, after a moment of deep silence, caused by the unexpected reply of the child: "that is contrary to your little prayer at night, and which you tell me you say from your heart-" Thy will be done."

"But I do wish dear mamma were alive again," said the child, beginning to sob. "And it would be wicked to deny it, for mamma said God wouldn't love me if I told a lie.”

"Quite right, my darling," said Mr. Grey, caressing her: "never fear to tell us all your thoughts and wishes. But Winny is too good and grateful not to be happy that Captain Singleton is coming to see her to-morrow?"

"Dear Papa Singleton!" said Winny, brightening through her tears-" he'll let me talk about mamma, and sing the songs she taught me."

And who was this mamma, thought I, whose memory seems thus to engross the very "abundance" of the little orphan's heart? A day or two revealed to me her sad story.

of a pension for an awkward wound at Waterloo, could scarcely eke out my scanty income sufficiently to meet my expenses, which, without being extravagant, had involved me in debt. Perhaps I may as well mention here, that before the battle I had engaged myself to a lovely girl, whose faith I had no cause to doubt, and who seemed formed to make earth a paradise; but my Eve was tempted! Returning home, proud of the laurels won in defence of my country-glorying in the wounds that brought safety to those I loved-with joyous exultation, I hastened to claim my reward for every peril-my own, my lovely bridewhen the news was brought me that my elder brother, on whom the estate had devolved by the death of my father, had, during my absence, wooed and won her! I should not have alluded to this piece of perfidy, which changed the whole current of my thoughts and feelings, were it not, perhaps, an excuse for the careless life I led some time afterwards.

and

"I started off no one knew whither, half resolved that my family should never hear of me again. I assumed the name of Bondbroke, and commenced a roaming life, mentally decided to be indifferent to everything. Captain Singleton, the gentleman who had But, in reality, I was never intended for a citadopted Winny, arrived on the following izen of the world. In spite of my determiday. He appeared to be exceedingly delight-nation to be apathetic, there were persons and ed with his little protégée, who hovered about circumstances continually making claims upon him with an affection which was well calcu- my sympathies and affections; and as I had lated to secure his love. He came to the town for no other purpose than to see her, and therefore spent the greater portion of his time at Abel Grey's, merely sleeping at the George Inn, at the top of the street. The manners of Captain Singleton were so agreeable and gentlemanly, that I almost fancied I had met with an old friend. Mrs. Grey being obliged to attend to household duties, occasioned several tete-a-tetes between us, and during one of these he acquainted me with the circumstances which led to his adoption of Winifred Brockley.

not the means of being generous, this was exceedingly painful to me: indeed my supply of money was so limited, as to render it expedient that I should devise some way of increasing my store. At last, while sojourning in one of these Scottish towns, I resolved to receive pupils in fencing and drawing, and for that purpose issued cards; but finding the town too small to answer my purpose, I thought of seeking my fortune on a wider field. Äccordingly, I packed up my baggage, took an outside seat on the mail, and started one winter's morning for Elgin, intending to make that "This drifting sleet," said Captain Single- my halting-place. It was severe weather, and ton one day after dinner, as we completed our the roads were cut out of the snow, which lay third game at chess, in the absence of Mr. piled on each side as high as the roof of the and Mrs. Grey and the children who were em- coach. As we were proceeding slowly up a ployed elsewhere-" reminds me of that storm, hill, I perceived some travellers on foot before now twelve months ago, when I first saw Win- us. They consisted of two men, a woman, ny. As you seem to take an interest in the and a little girl; the sleet was beating in their little creature, I—that is, if you have patience faces, and the mother had drawn the end of for a narrative in which I must necessarily be her shawl as a veil over the child's bonnet, in egotistical, and recount some of my own ad- an attempt to shield her from the weather, as ventures-I will give you a sketch of Winny's she led her by the hand up the hill. The history." party paused as the coach overtook them. I assured him he would confer a favor that" Coachman," said on of the young men, perwould be highly gratifying to me; and he pro-ceiving that there was plenty of outside room, ceeded.