When Great Bony was Mad.

Otago Witness, Issue 1950, 4 April 1889, Page 37

When Great Bony was Mad.

How He Smashed a Pbeoious Minia- , | TUBE .IN A ROW WITH LUOIEN. { One^ the mopfc interesting a We of Lucien; Bonaparte," lately Jpulblishea^ fertile dispute beiween' Napoleoii. andLbiis. brothers Lucieri*'an~d I Joseph "abont selling^ LouJMana-tothe'United States.' '^^ '».■'■"'" • Napoleon was the First Consul. Lncien 1

had by patient dipldni^ybrbTighyaiwiOT tlie recession of Louisiana to France; Nappl^bo exclaimed; ' ' , ,f? *( „ "We must sell ,Lptiisiana to, the United States, for otherwise; the English' will, '«&ptureitagaininthenexKWr.", / ;. '. , '^ ' " The Chambers wiUfnever*giVeftheira»senfc to such a sale, and they are right," replied Lucien/ " ' : ' J- ," ,\./ 'Ji " I don't care what the (obambers( obambers.thinker what you think,", retorted Nfapoleon, "boi sell Louisiana I will!"' ; '_ ' '' ".That would be unconstitutional;" urged Lucien, . , . f -'' \\ ' '! Alias vous'[prommer./ ' Constitution, Bepublic, National Sovereignty!:!'" Bigwords —big phrases. I laugh.,at them and at you!" - , •".■"_','. " If you despise us all in that way; I'can only say that if T we're not ydur;br6th'eor I would become your,enemy" ( ' „, " "My enemy I" flashed back Napoleon, "My enemy 1 C est tin '^eu'/ort I You my enemy 1 I would smash you to pieces' just like this box!" ' , / ' , As Napoleon uttered thes6 words he dashed his dnuff-box—a charming little jewel, with a; portrait of Jostfptiine 'on?lit painted by Isabey—upon the'fltiqri ,It did not break, however, on account of the ckxpet, but the portrait of Josephine fell out of the cover. , Lucien picked it up,, and handed it to Napoleon with a bow, exclaimipg as he "did so: -!,_-. " What a pity! You breaks your wife's portrait in trying to break me 1"' Napoleon tried to put the portrait back into the corner of the snuff-box, and forgot all about Lucien.—Chicago News. A Convincing .'Portrait* Harry Furniss, the well-known caricaturist on the staff of Punch, tells the following anecdote, which amusingly illustrates some of the troubles of the harassed' portrait painter ;— . A man once called on a portrait painter and asked him to paint his father. 11 But where is your father t" asked he of the brush. 11 Oh, he died 10 years ago." " Then how can I paint him 1" asked tbo artist. "Why,"was the reply,"l have just seen your portrait of Moses. Surely, if you- can paint the portrait of a man who died thou* sands of years ago, you can more easily paint the portrait of my father, who has only been dead 10 years." Seeing the sort of man with whom he had to deal, the artist undertook the work. When the picture was finished, the newlyblossomed art-patron was called in to see 1 it. He gazed at it in silence for some time, his eyes filling with tears, and then softly and reverently said: v , " So, that is my father f Ah, how be is changed I" 1