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4 ALFRED DE ROSANN. illustrious foreigners did not scruple to confess that they were emigrants from the distracted territory of France, whose ambitious rulers had changed the prin- ciples of a glorious revolution into the hateful tyranny of murderous despots. But they had not left their native’clime as beggars on the face of the earth: they were aware that many of ‘their unfortunate fellow- countrymen had already put the charitable disposi- tion of the compassionate English to a repeated test : and they had wisely provided themselves with that which now-a-days has become “ the one thing need- ful.’’ M. d’Estelle, and his affectionate wife, who insisted © upon sharing the adversity as well as the prosperity of her husband, resided about a week at the hotel in Leicester Square ; whence they removed to a com- fortable lodging which they hired in the Haymarket. There they lived retired and secluded together, while their child—the greatest source of comfort and of hope to them in their present circumstances—throve apace, increasing in stature and in beauty. Often did the tender mother weep over her infant daughter, whose name was Eloise, and deplore the loss of rank and fortune on account of that innocent creature. She did not regret those deficiencies as their effects re- garded herself: tranquillity and peace had always suited her quiet disposition much better than the glittering fashion, the ceremonious balls, and the bril- liant salons of the Faubourg Saint Germain in Paris. But she was ambitious because she was a mother ; and her bosom heaved with frequent sighs as she glanced around her present lodgings, for she could not help forming a comparison between them and the magnifi- cent hotel she had inhabited in the metropolis of her native France. Alas! little did she deem, as thus her mind deplored the decay of grandeur and aris- tocracy, that the trophies of the future glories of her country were to be erected on the basis which ap- peared to her prejudiced imagination nought but irre- deemable ruins ! : \ Ccommiclooolks conn