the side of the former-two flush stories with a very good show of sash and glass windows-the size generally is from 30 to 50 feet in length and from 20 to 30 in width, exclusive of a back shed, which seems to be added as the family increases. The farms, by the contiguity of the Houses, are small, not averaging more than 100 acres. These are worked chiefly by Oxen (which have no other feed than hay), with a horse and sometimes two before them, both in Plow and Cart. In their light lands and in their sleighs they work Horses, but find them much more expensive than Oxen."

On Thursday, the 22d, the President left Springfield at seven o'clock, and travelled fifteen miles till he " came to Palmer, at the House of one Scott," where he breakfasted. From Palmer to Brookfield "to one Hitchcock's" was fifteen miles. "A beautiful fresh water pond and large " is "in the Plain of Brookfield;" "the fashion of the Houses" was more diversified than in Connecticut, though many are built in their style."

66

"At Brookfield" (says the diary) "we fed the Horses and dispatched an Express which was sent to me by Govr. Hancock-giving notice of the measures he was about to pursue for my reception on the Road and in Boston-with a request to lodge at his House.

"Continued on to Spencer, 10 miles further, through pretty good roads, and lodged at the house of one Jenks, who keeps a pretty good Tavern."

On Friday the 23d says the President, we commenced our course with the sun and passing through Leicester met some Gentlemen of the Town of Worcester, on the line between it and the former to escort us. Arrived about 10 o'clock at the House of where we breakfasted-distance from Spencer 12 miles. Here we were received by a handsome company of Militia Artillery in Uniform, who saluted with 13 Guns on our Entry and departure." At Worcester, a Committee of the citizens of Boston and an Aid of Major Genl. Brooks (afterwards Governor) of the Middlesex Militia waited on the President to make "arrange

ments of military and other parade "on his way to and in the town of Boston. "Finding this Ceremony was not to be avoided though" he "had made every effort to do it," the President named the hour of ten to review the Middlesex Militia at Cambridge and twelve for entering Boston. He sent word at the same time to General Brooks, that conceiv ing there was an impropriety in his reviewing the Militia or seeing them perform manoeuvers, otherwise than as a private man, he could do no more than pass along the line, which might be under arms to receive him.

After breakfast the President left Worcester under escort and at the line between the Counties was met by a troop of Middlesex Light Horse who escorted him to Marlborough where he dined and to Weston where he lodged. Here he was met by Jonathan Jackson, Esqr., the United States Marshall for Massachusetts, who proposed to attend the President while he should be in the State. On Saturday the 24th October, the President started from Weston at 8 o'clock and reached Cambridge at the appointed hour of ten. "Most of the Militia having a distance to come were not in line till after eleven; they made however an excellent appearance with Genl. Brooks at their head."

Here the Lieutenant Governor, Samuel Adams, with the Executive of the State, met the President and, says the diary, "preceded my entrance into town-which was in every degree flattering and honorable."

But we must leave the Diary for the present, proposing in another paper to give an account of this celebrated entrance of Washington into Boston, which at the time was a matter of no little public interest and comment, and on which the Diary throws new light.

NUMBER ELEVEN.

LOUIS NAPOLEON.-THREE PHASES IN HIS LIFE.

The Downfall of Napoleon the First-His escape from Elba in 1815-His second fall and retirement of his family at Rome-Louis Napoleon a boy at his father's table -After a lapse of twenty-one years on trial for his life at Paris-His appearance and demeanor-His imprisonment at Ham-The revolution of February 1848 and downfall of Louis Philippe-Re-appearance of Louis Napoleon as deputy, Prince, President, and Emperor-General character of his administration--Unscrupulous violence of the party press under Louis Philippe-His government overturned by leaders who aspired only to supplant his ministers-the Press of the United States.

I REMARKED in the last number, that "the life of man and the history of nations present few contrasts so striking, in the fortune of individuals or of communities, as that which marks the successive visits of Washington to the Eastern States." As far as the fortune of individuals is concerned, the name, which stands at the head of this article, exhibits a contrast of conditions, at different periods of life, quite equal to that which is presented in the career of Washington. The year 1814 was a most momentous year in the history of modern Europe. The great drama of the French Revolution seemed to have found its catastrophe. Dethroned kings recovered their sceptres; needy emigrants returned to the possession of their titles and the hope of one day regaining their estates; and what seemed to stamp with permanence the great political and social restoration, the mighty hero of this world-drama, crushed by the armies of combined Europe, had been banished to a petty islet on the coast of Tuscany. Peace was concluded

between the United States and Great Britain at the close of the year, and the temple of Janus was shut.

Such was the state of things when, on the 12th of April 1815, I sailed for Europe in a ship of three hundred and fifty tons, which at that time was thought a large vessel. It was the second which sailed from Boston for England after the peace, a fact sufficiently indicative of the profound torpor into which the foreign commerce of the country had sunk during the war. Intelligence did not reach us from Europe every three days, as it does now. It was six or seven weeks, if I recollect right, after the signature of the treaty of Ghent on Christmas Eve, 1814, before the welcome news reached this country. Between that event and our arrival in Europe a new and most astonishing revolution had taken place. It was announced to us by the pilot, who climbed over the bulwarks of our little vessel off Holyhead, in the rather homely statement that "Boney had broke loose again." The suspicion, with which we were inclined to receive this news, was soon removed by the sight of the Liverpool papers, which contained the certain intelligence that the continent of Europe was again a-blaze with war.

No one of course could foretell the result for Napoleon or for Europe. Lord Byron, in a conversation which I had with him a few days before the battle of Waterloo, alluding to the conflict which was evidently impending, expressed the opinion that Napoleon would drive the Duke of Wellington. This he said he should be sorry for, as he did not wish his countrymen to be beaten, adding, however, with bitter emphasis, that he would tell me what he did wish to see,-" Lord Castlereagh's head carried on a pike beneath his windows." But in a few days the great Message of Waterloo (first brought by a clerk of Rothschild, in advance of the Duke of Wellington's courier) arrived from Belgium, and in a few weeks the curtain again fell on the mighty drama, (and this time never more to rise for the principal actor,) at St Helena.

New restorations of fugitive kings, new return of emigrant nobles, new adjustments of the political relations of Europe, and in the final result, the kindred of the fallen hero, consigned to private life at Rome.-Here it was my good fortune, in the winter of 1817-1818, to become acquainted with the venerable mother of an emperor, three kings, and one queen; and with those of her children who were living at Rome, viz.: the ExKing Louis, (the father of the present Emperor of the French ;) Lucian, who at an early period of his career lost the favor of his imperial brother; and the princess Borghese, still one of the most beautiful women of her day, and as amiable as she was beautiful.

In the course of the winter I saw for the first time, at dinner at his father's table, the present emperor of the French, than a boy of eleven years of age. The party was small, and being very near the ex-King, when we were invited to seat ourselves unceremoniously, I was about to place myself in the chair next him, and as it happened on his right hand. With a good-humored smile, as if not wholly in earnest, he requested me to let his son sit there and to accept a scat myself on his left hand.-It probably did not enter even into his fond imagination, that the lad, for whom he claimed this little remnant of royal deference, would one day sit upon the throne of his Uncle. I have no distinct recollections of him in this first phase of his life, but as a handsome, wellbehaved youth, with an expression somewhat beyond his years, of mature manners, and as taking little part in the conversation of the dinner table.

Twenty one years pass, and being on a second visit to Europe in the Summer of 1840, I was present in the gallery of the house of Peers in Paris, when the handsome, well-behaved, quiet boy, with whom I had dined at his father's table in 1819, now grown up to a resolute, aspiring, fearless young man, thirty two years of age, was on trial for his life, after the miscarriage of the affair at Boulogne. Four years (I