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 ana d universal favorlte. He WIS 2 few

 years older tllaa myself, but when to-

 gether We appeared to be of the same age. 4 transient cloud of melancholy

 would occasionally pass over his fine

 features, in the midst of his gayest

 amusements; but disappeared quickly,

 like the white cloud of summer. We

 tiieh ascrlbed 1t 10 d boyish recollection

 of the luxuries and splendors of the Pa

 lals Royal, in which he had passed his

 early life, which he might be contrast

 ing With the simple domestic scene then passing before him. 1t was, however, probably Tn some measure, imputahIe to the lrst sensation of that disease, which, in few short years after, carried him to his grave.

 One little circumstance made sin guiar impression on me. was standing one day with the group of Frenchmen, on the bank Of the kfonongahela, when countryman of theirs passed, who was employed in the quartermaster's depart ment, IS taborer, in taking care of flat boat; Pierre Cabot, or as he was faml- Iarly called, French Peter, was dressed ln blanket capot, with hoop in place Of a hat, i'll the manner of Canadian boatman. and in moeeassins. Du B-c called after him, and introduced him to the French princes. The scene pre- sented subject for morahsing, even to a boy. 0nthe banks of the Ohio, and in exile, the representative of the first family ofa nation who helde rank of higher importance than any other na- ton in Europe, took by the hand in friendly and familiar conversation his countryman, whose lot was cast among the dfegs of the people, and who would not have aspired to the honor of letting down the steps of the carriage of the man with whom he stood on a level.

 Peter was no iaeobih, lie had emigrat- ed from France before the philanthroA pic Robespierre and his colleagues had enlightened their fellow-citizons, and opened their eyes to the propriety of vulgar brutality and ferocity. Honest Gabots therefore, felt all tic love and veneration forthe Princes, which French men, under the old regime never failed to cherish for members of the ssgrand Twas great fayorite with old Peter; the next time met him he took mo in his arms, and exclaimed. with tears in his eyes-s.Savez vous, mon en- fant, cequi m'est arrive? jar GU rhoneur de causer ayec mon seigneur, en plene reu. Ahl bon Dieu, quellc chose af- ireuse que la revolution

 The brothers on quitting Pittsburg, left most favorable impression on the minds of the little circle in which they were received so kindly. The secollcc- ton of the amiable Beaujolais was par ticularly cherished; and when the news of his death in Sieily,a few years after, reached the West, the family circle of Gen. N expressed the sincerest sor- row.

 The Chevalier du B---c, after real izing a snug fortune by industry and economy, removed to Philadelphia, to have the opportunity of mingling more with his countrymen. On the restora- ton of the Bourbons, his friends induc- ed him to return to France, to resume the formerranl ofhis family. Butit was too late; the philosophical emigrant had lived too long in American scclusion, to relish the society of Paris, for habits had changed there too much to be recognized by him. The following is translation of a paragraph from one of his letters to his old friend, the late Gen. N, soon after his arrival i'll Paris:

 lam again on the stage where the de- Hghtful days of my early youth were pas sed; but, my dear General, j am not hap py, feel like the old man in one of your English tales, forty years of whose life had heen spent in prison, and who had been discharged by the clemency of a new monarch, only to find that ilIs rcia- lives and friends were all dead, and that his own name had been forgotten; he begged the Emperor to re-commit him to his prison. l find myself actually signing for the little circle of yourfamily, and for my little store on the banks of La Belle Riyiere. am stranger in Pa ris, unlznowing and unknown. lam sur rounded by new faces, new names, new titles, and what is more embarrassing by-new manners. What change. The mctamorphosis is worthy the pen ol Osid-it is the transformation of the lovclyand graceful nymph, intothe rough and rigid tree. You may accuse me ot speaking like Frenchman, but l can. not help saying that the elegance and x,ol.sh ef Ernnch cnciefv sn loner Inc srln