The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

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von ver stupide, von ver, ver stupide sonn, so I hear,
dough I not yet av ad de plaisir to meet vid him--neither me nor my
companion, de Madame Stephanie Lalande. He is name de Napoleon
Bonaparte Froissart, and I suppose you say dat dat, too, is not von ver
respectable name.”

Either the length or the nature of this speech, had the effect of
working up Mrs. Simpson into a very extraordinary passion indeed; and
as she made an end of it, with great labor, she lumped up from her chair
like somebody bewitched, dropping upon the floor an entire universe
of bustle as she lumped. Once upon her feet, she gnashed her gums,
brandished her arms, rolled up her sleeves, shook her fist in my face,
and concluded the performance by tearing the cap from her head, and with
it an immense wig of the most valuable and beautiful black hair,
the whole of which she dashed upon the ground with a yell, and there
trammpled and danced a fandango upon it, in an absolute ecstasy and
agony of rage.

Meantime I sank aghast into the chair which she had vacated. “Moissart
and Voissart!” I repeated, thoughtfully, as she cut one of her
pigeon-wings, and “Croissart and Froissart!” as she completed
another--“Moissart and Voissart and Croissart and Napoleon Bonaparte
Froissart!--why, you ineffable old serpent, that’s me--that’s me--d’ye
hear? that’s me”--here I screamed at the top of my voice--“that’s
me-e-e! I am Napoleon Bonaparte Froissart! and if I havn’t married my
great, great, grandmother, I wish I may be everlastingly confounded!”

Madame Eugenie Lalande, quasi Simpson--formerly Moissart--was, in sober
fact, my great, great, grandmother. In her youth she had been beautiful,
and even at eighty-two, retained the majestic height, the sculptural
contour of head, the fine eyes and the Grecian nose of her girlhood. By
the aid of these, of pearl-powder, of rouge, of false hair, false teeth,
and false tournure, as well as of the most skilful modistes of Paris,
she contrived to hold a respectable footing among the beauties en peu
passees of the French metropolis. In this respect, indeed, she might
have been regarded as little less than the equal of the celebrated Ninon
De L’Enclos.

She was immensely wealthy, and being left, for the second time, a widow
without children, she bethought herself of my existence in America,
and for the purpose of making me her heir, paid a visit to the United
States, in company with a distant and exceedingly lovely relative of her
second husband’s--a Madame Stephanie Lalande.

At the opera, my great, great, grandmother’s attention was arrested by
my notice; and, upon

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