Alexandria Daily Gazette, Commercial & Political

[For the Alexandria Gazette.]
CONTINUATION OF
THE DREAM OF AN EMPEROR.

This news [see the Gazette of yesterday,] was received by thousands of acclamations; and I heard one man propose, that heralds of arms should instantly publish it in the streets. Another moved that the city of Paris should grant a pension of ten thousand crowns to the man who had the good fortune to see the tyrant expire, and to bring the account of his death to the French capital --In this place there is something in my dream which I have forgotten : but all at once I found myself opposite the Senate house ; I was dressed like a page, and had on my breast a card in golden letters in the following words: " The Tyrant is dead." I held the bridle of a man's horse, who was repeating this intelligence to the enraptured multitude. He ordered me to follow him, and I soon found myself in the Senate chamber. Cambaceres had just arrived, and harangued the Conscript Fathers of my creation in the following manner :

" Gentlemen ! No doubt can be entertained of the truth of a report which has overwhelmed the whole city with joy : Yesterday evening I received information of it by the telegraphe. The man for whom we have done so much, in whose hands we had placed such immense power for the good of France,--this man, fierce and gloomy, is no more. Let us not disturb his memory, as it might destroy the harmony necessary on the present occasion. Previously to proceeding to any of the measures required by this unexpected but fortunate event, I wish to develop a fact which will in a moment destroy the hopes of the party attached to the infant called the King of Rome. That child is not Napoleon's son. That man, who wished to degrade every thing divine or human, would not consummate his marriage with the Archduchess of Austria. It was more conformable to his character, his plans, and the hatred which he bore for all above him by birth, to deliver that unfortunate princess to one of his Mamelukes."

On hearing a calumny so base, uttered by one of the most infamous of men, I felt my blood boil, and was eager to declare its falsehood publicly; but instead of that, my new self exclaimed, " No King of Rome, no bastards of Mamelukes."

I have a very imperfect recollection of what took place afterwards. I heard a great deal of applauses, as well as conversation. I have no distinct remembrance of any thing until I found myself on the Place de Caroussel, still holding the herald's bridle, and having on my breast a card with this superscription,--"Long live the Bourbons." The herald then proclaimed as follows :

" In the name of the Senate of France,--
Frenchmen -One of the most atrocious tyrants that ever afflicted nations, has heavily oppressed you for many years. He has murdered one tenth of your families, branded your national character, and destroyed your liberty: Yet has he extinguished your patriotism ? and will the name of France, of our country, cease to cause your bosoms to glow with a holy enthusiasm ? The Senate, giving loose to those feelings which it never hitherto dared to avow, has joyfully hailed the day of your deliverance, the dawn of your freedom and future happiness. Frenchmen ! It is true this man delivered you from a licentious anarchy ; but thank him not for any kindness ; for he hated you, and in all he did, merely gratified his own ambition. Without troubling yourselves, therefore with any new experiments of forms of government, which will only create numerous factions, unite in favor of your ancient monarchy, and recall that family which never oppressed you, and which is fonder of clemency than of revenge. Long live the Bourbons !"

This cry was repeated by an immense multitude around us, as well as by my body guard, who were quietly standing in my palace yard. I was determined to cry out in opposition to it, Long live Napoleon ! but after waiting for a time of silence, I was unable to do any thing but repeat the popular cry of Long live the Bourbons ! and this I did in a tone so firm and impressive, that thousands of voices re-echoed mine.

Here there is another chasm in my dream : But I recollect I thought I was standing on the steps of the Royal Palace, in the capacity of Public Crier, and my hands were full of different sorts of papers the titles of which I sang out. Amongst others, were the following : " The Conversion of Father Duchesne, and his Treaty with the Royalists--Decree of the Senate of France, ordering that their President, at the head of a deputation of twenty members, all the Marshals of the Empire, now in Paris, Foreign Ambassadors, &c. &c. &c. repair immediately to receive the legitimate heir of the throne--Arrete of the Senate, ordering that the upstart King of Rome shall be sent to the Foundling Hospital--Arrete of the Senate, ordering that the Princess Maria Louisa, Arch-Duchess of Austria, be conducted with every honor due to her illustrious birth, to the states of her august Father Francis II. Emperor of Germany, and King of the Romans."- At that moment I was recognised by my former master, the man who had bro't the news of Napoleon's death, upon whom I had waited in different parts of Paris. He told me that he had been looking for me, that he was well-satisfied of my fidelity, and that if I behaved myself well, he would give me a situation in the department over which he presided : but that, in the mean time, he would give me a small job. I was accordingly installed in a chamber, the seventh story of a house in rue St. Honore, which I immediately recollected to be the room in which my other self had occupied while begging the committee of public safety to restore me to my grade. In a few minutes, there was a gentle knock at the door, & a modest young woman entered, whom I recognised as a former apple-girl: " Mr. Eveille (said she, for that was the odd name they called me) a great gentleman called upon my mother this morning, and told her, that as you were a clever fellow, and had the prospect of the office of TAX-GATHERER [rat de cave] she ought to make me marry you, which would obtain for us the marriage portion which the city of Paris intended to bestow on sixty couples, in honor of the return of the Bourbons. But, lackaday ! I'm engaged already! I'm in love with a scullion, a man who has a sure place ; so, take care not to marry me, as I should.-- grieve myself to death ! But if you really wish to get a wife, I can recommend you to a young and pretty little seamstress who lives in the same cock-loft that you do : she is a tidy industrious girl."

I don't know what reply I made to this new Molly: but I recollect I was soon afterwards with some woman before the altar: We were both upon our knees, and my other self was just about pronouncing the decisive Yes,-- when according to my orders they awoke me to announce that the wind had lowered, and that in two hours I should be on board my yacht. Again then I resumed my Imperial rank ; again I was your husband.

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