On the day when the news of the decease of Napoleon reached the Tuileries,
Louis XVIII. was surrounded by a brilliant court, all of whom, with the
exception of one man, received the intelligence with the most unequivocal
signs of delight. This man was General Rapp, who burst into tears. The king
perceived and noticed it. "Yes, Sire," answered the general, "I do weep for
Napoleon; and you will excuse it, for to him I owe every thing in the
world, even the honour of now serving your majesty, since it was he that
made me what I am!" The king, in an elevated tone of voice, replied,
"General, I do but esteem you the more. Fidelity which thus survives
misfortune, proves to me how securely I may depend on you myself."

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THE HINT TAKEN.


Voltaire after being on terms of friendship with the King of Prussia, owing
to his wit, gave some offence; when the King said to some of his
courtiers--"When we squeeze the orange and have sucked the juice, we throw
the rest away." Then said Voltaire _I must take care of the peel_--and
quitted his Prussian majesty's dominions.

L. P. S.

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(_To the Editor of the Mirror._)