Imam Waleed AL-Shouli
November 7th 07, 06:34 AM
music and drums, his
despair and anger had become so great that she had been forced to resort
to severe means, and make him stand in the corner behind a chair. I
begged for the young king's pardon; I showed him the cup, and explained
the scene that was painted on it. The king laughed, and Madame de
Montesquieu pardoned him for the sake of his little cousin, Louis
Napoleon, who was so well behaved, and who was always held up to him as
a model[56]. Now you have heard the whole story, are you pleased with
it, Louis?"
[Footnote 56: Cochelet, vol. i., p. 212.]
"I like it very much," said the grave boy, "but I do not like my
cousin's governess, for having intended to prevent him from looking at
his father's soldiers. Oh, how handsome they must have been, the
soldiers of the emperor! Mamma, I wish I were also an emperor, and had
ever so many handsome soldiers."
Hortense smiled sadly, and laid her hand on the boy's head as if to
bless him. "Oh, my son," said she, "it is no enviable fortune to wear a
crown. It is almost always fastened on our head with thorns!"
From this day on, Prince Louis Napoleon would stand before his uncle's
portrait, lost in thought, and a
despair and anger had become so great that she had been forced to resort
to severe means, and make him stand in the corner behind a chair. I
begged for the young king's pardon; I showed him the cup, and explained
the scene that was painted on it. The king laughed, and Madame de
Montesquieu pardoned him for the sake of his little cousin, Louis
Napoleon, who was so well behaved, and who was always held up to him as
a model[56]. Now you have heard the whole story, are you pleased with
it, Louis?"
[Footnote 56: Cochelet, vol. i., p. 212.]
"I like it very much," said the grave boy, "but I do not like my
cousin's governess, for having intended to prevent him from looking at
his father's soldiers. Oh, how handsome they must have been, the
soldiers of the emperor! Mamma, I wish I were also an emperor, and had
ever so many handsome soldiers."
Hortense smiled sadly, and laid her hand on the boy's head as if to
bless him. "Oh, my son," said she, "it is no enviable fortune to wear a
crown. It is almost always fastened on our head with thorns!"
From this day on, Prince Louis Napoleon would stand before his uncle's
portrait, lost in thought, and a