The nurse, sir--she was the same who attended when the Duke of Sutherland was born--brought me to my mother.

'There is only one name for this child,' she said: 'he has the nose of his great kinsman;' and so Bonaparte Blenkins became my name--Bonaparte Blenkins.
Yes, sir," said Bonaparte, "there is a stream on my maternal side that connects me with a stream on his maternal side." The German made a sound of astonishment.
"The connection," said Bonaparte, "is one which could not be easily comprehended by one unaccustomed to the study of aristocratic pedigrees; but the connection is close." "Is it possible!" said the German, pausing in his work with much interest and astonishment.

"Napoleon an Irishman!" "Yes," said Bonaparte, "on the mother's side, and that is how we are related.

There wasn't a man to beat him," said Bonaparte, stretching himself--"not a man except the Duke of Wellington.

And it's a strange coincidence," added Bonaparte, bending forward, "but he was a connection of mine.