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"On the 15th of the month, when the First Consul vas coming down to the yards of the Tuilleries to inspect the troops, an interesting thing happened, and attracted great attention. In the middle of the dense crowd ^	was a young man possibly 15 years old. He	wore a black coat, clean but
rather old, yet the proprietor of the coat	gave evidence that he	was not
a plebeian. His face was interesting; he was pale and shaking violently, with his hand inside his coat Docket, trying to make his way towards the First Consul. He was very much excited and at the sound of the drums the motion of the young man became pitiful to see.
"When the First Consul reached the vestibule the young man ran to him and gave him a sheet of paper. At that time there were many plots, conspiracies, attempts against the life of	the First Consul, and	more than
twenty people took hold of that child, who	was begging the first	magistral
of the republic to accept his petition.
"Let that young man alone" said the First Consul. "I want to speak to him," he said, going toward him. "What do you wish my child ?"
The young	man	could not speak. He	fell to	his knees and	presented
his	petition.	The	First Consul read it	with an	expression of	sadness
which struck those	who were near him. His eyes	dropped on	that young
man	with pity,	and	noticing that he was	yet kneeling he said:	"Stand up,
young man. You must kneel	only before God. Is your mother	in	Pgris	?"
A "yes" escaped from the mouth of the young man.
"Tell her that she has a pension of 1200 francs. The last six months .	will be paid at once."
Listening to those words the young man dropped tohhis knees again.
At once he raised towards the First Consul his eyes, full of tears, trying to get hold of his hand. The shock, however, vas too strong for him; hearing the favor granted his mother the pale color of his face became livid; soon the blood rushed to his neck and forehead so as to make one believe that his veins were ready to burst. He closed his eyes, dropped unconscious at the feet of the First Consul, and nature coming to his assistance, he experienced a severe hemorrhage.
Napoleon was covered with his blood. "A surgeonj" he shouted "a surgeon!" But happiness is never fatal--yet I have seen the reverse.
The young man came back to	his senses and clasping Napoleon	by	the	hand
he kissed it and kissed it	as if in a frenzy.
"You are a God to my family," said the young man "and I will daily pray for you."
The First Consul smiled while shaking the hand of the young man and kept on his way toward the soldiers. Before mounting his charger, however he spoke to Junot and to the Secretary of War and amicably saluting the yout said: "if you wish to serve me call on the General commanding the cit of Paris. He will confer with the War Office and we will do something for you."
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\	The	young	man only answered by a mere salutation. He followed the
Consul with his eyes; saw him lightly j-urr^p on his white horse, the beautiful Desire, saw the future Tvnperor of France gallooing through the pressed r