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obliged to lend their arms to princes who are “Go, my friends," he used to say, "and hostile to justice and the people's rights." revisit your families ; as for me, I shall see
And when all was finished-when the light again my brave companions in the elysium of ping of Waterloo bad struck him, how touch-futurity. Yes! Kleber, Dessaix, Bessières,
! ing wer his last words to his army:
Duroc, Ney, Murat, Massena, Berthier, all will “ Soldiers !" said he, “ I will follow your come to meet me. When they see me they steps although absent. It was the country you will be wild with enthusiasm and glory; we served in obeying me, and if I have had any shall talk of our wars with the Scipios, the share in your affections, I owe it to my ardent Hannibals, the Cæsars, the Fredericks, unless," love for France-our
mother. added he, with a smile, “the people there be. Soldiers ! some few efforts more, and the low should be afraid to see so many warriors coalition will be dissolved. Napoleon will be together." grateful to you for the blows you are going to In an excess of delirium, which occurred
during his illness, he imagined that he was at From on board the Bellerophon, anchored in the head of the army of Italy, and that he had British waters, he addressed the following letter heard the drums beating. He exclaimed: to the Prince Regent :
'Steingel, Dessaix, Massena ; away, away! ". Your Royal Highness ! overcome by the run-to the charge-they are ours!" factions which divide my country, and by the Pondering on bis melancholy situation on the hostility of the great powers of Europe, I have rock of St. Helena, he used to soliloquize : terminated my political career, and I come, “Another Prometheus, I am nailed to a rock, like Themistocles of old, to sit down at the where a vulture devours me.
Yes! I had hearth of the British people. I place myself robbed fire from heaven to give it to France ; under the protection of their laws, which I the fire has returned to its source, and behold claim from your Royal Highness, as the most me here! The love of glory is like that bridge powerful, the most constant, and the most which Satan threw over chaos to pass from generous of my enemies."
hell to paradise; glory joins the past to the At St. Helena his imagination retracted his future, from which it is separated by an impast life, and reverted to Egypt and the East, mense abyss. Nothing remains for my son and the brilliant recollections of his youth.
save my names “ I should have done better," said he, striking The concluding words of his testament were his forehead, “not to have quitted Egypt. marked by his usual eloquence : Arabia waited for a hero. With the French in “I desire,” said he," that my ashes may reserve and the Arabians and Egyptians as repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst auxiliaries, I should bave rendered myself of the people whom I have so much loved.” master of India, and should now have been As a statesman, he had at once too much emperor of all the East."
genius and too much ambition to lay down the Dwelling still on this grand idea he used to supreme power, and to reign under any master say:
whatever, be it parliament, people, or king. As “ St. Jean d'Acre taken, the French army a warrior, he fell from the throne, not for having would bave flown to Damascus and Aleppo, and, refused to re-establish legitimacy, not for having in the twinkling of an eye, would have been on smothered liberty, but as a consequence of con. the Euphrates. The Christians of Syria, the quest. He was not, and he could not be, either Druses, the Armenians, would have joined it. a Wellington or a Washington, for the simplest The population was about to be shaken. I of all reasons, that he was a Napoleon. ' He should have reached Constantinople and India, reigned as reign all the powers of this world, by and I should have changed the face of the the force of his principle; he perished as perish world."
all powers of this world, by the violence and the Then, as if liberty, fairer than the empire of abuse of his principle. the world, bad shed on him a new light, he Greater than Alexander, Charlemagne, Peter, exclaimed:
or Frederick, he, like them, has imprinted his “The great and noble truths of the French name on an age; like them, he was a legislator; Revolution will endure forever. We bave like them he established an empire; and his mecovered them with so much lustre, associated mory, which is universal, lives underthetentof the them with such monuments and such prodigies, Arab, and crosses, with the canoes of the Indian, we have washed away their first stains with the fair waters of Oceania. The people of waves of glory. They are immortal, issuing France, who forget so soon, have retained nofrom the tribune, cemented by the blood of thing of that revolution, which disturbed the battles, adorned with the laurels of victory, world, except his name. saluted with the acclamations of the people and When the people accomplished the revolution of nations, sanctioned by treaties, they can of July, the flag, all soiled with dust, which was never retrograde. They live in Great Britain. unfurled by the soldier-artisans—the chiefs of they are resplendent in America, they are the insurrection-was the flag surmounted by nationalized in France. Behold the tripod the French Eagle—it was the flag of Austerlitz, from which will issue the light of the world.” of Jena, and of Wigram, and not that of
Images of war floated continually before his Jemappes or Eleurus; it was the flag that was imagination during the maladies which preceded unfurled in the squares of Lisbon, of Vienna, of
, his death :
Berlin, at Rome, at Moscow, and not that which liberty in his state prisons; he stified the liberty floated over the federation of the Champs de of the press by the gags of the censorship; he Mars. It was the flag riddled by the bullets of violated trial by jury; he trampled under bis Waterloo; it was the flag which the Emperor feet the tribunals, the legislative bogies, and embraced at Fontainebleau, when he bade adieu the senate ; he depopulated the workshops and to his Old Guard; it was the flag which had the fields; he engrafted on the army a new shaded his expiring brow at St. Helena; it was, noblesse, which soon became more insupportin one word, the Flag of Napoleon.
able than the ancient one, because it had neither Hc-this man-had dispelled the popular the same antiquity nor the same prestige ; he illusion which attached itself to the blood of levied arbitrary taxes ; he desired that in the whole kings—sovereignty, majesty, and power. He empire there should be but one voice-his rare; raised the people in their own esteem by and but one law, his will. The capital, the showing to them kings, descended from kings, cities, the armies, the fleets, the palaces, the at the foot of a king who had sprung from the museums, the magistrates, the citizens, became people. He overwhelmed hereditary his capital, his cities, his armies, his feets, his inonarchs, by placing them in juxtaposition palaces, his museums, his magistrates and his with bimself-he so oppressed them with his subjects. He drew the nation out to contlict own greatness, that, in taking them one by one, and to battle, but after having besieged the and bringing them beside himself, they were forts of Cadiz-after having in his hands the scarcely perceiveable, so small and obscure did keys of Lisbon, of Madrid, of Vienna, of Berlin, they become by comparison.
of Naples, and of Rome; after baving made the But let us listen to what the severe voice of pavement of Moscow tremble under the wheels history will pronounce against him :
of bis artillery, he left France less great than He dethroned the sovereignty of the people. he found her-bleeding with her wounds, disThe emperor of the French republic, he became mantled of her fortresses, naked, impoverished, a despot; he threw the weight of his sword into and humiliated. the scales of the law; he incarcerated individual
sould all the fine beautyful haythens an' glady.
athors that wor about the square to aggrayvate I tell you 'tis no dhoorsbé dhorsha (1) at all. her, an’ put her to an' fro in her mind; an' No, he said, or she said, but the plain truth as thim wor the good times an' the fine prices for ever you hear. It happened to a gossip iv my farmers, through the manes iv Boney's fightin' father's, an' I see the same 'oman myself as often an warrin' through the world, an' putting every: as I have fingers an' toes on me, an' to this day thing three a-na-heylie (3); an' 'tis the sure anyone living anear Blarney knows about Jeffers's wor the fine grand people that would Joanny, the fairies, an' could tell what I'm come, maybe, width the pair iv pistols in their going to tell you now jest as it happened no hand an' shoot you, an' afterwards, whin their more an' no less.
passhin would cool, give you, maybe, the horse 'Tis fifty good year ago now, aye, bedad, or, or the fat cow, or the collop a sheep to make, iv I said it, nearer to sixty, whin ould Madame it up agin, an' though the repale (4) was gone, Jeffers (2), that could bring a man every day faith, 'twasn't missed that time in Blarney; an' in the week from the gallows iv she liked, there was noane iv thim rale-roads or steam. was livin' in the castle ; an' before her son, the boats that do be bustin' an' killiog the people heir dylapydated the house, an' tossicated an hour an' minit, but everything plane, an' quiet,
an aisey; an' there
combustybles they uses now goin' in farming, (1) Mischievous gossip; idle talk. In this, or any only the three fine craps, the whate, an' the other Irish phrase used in this paper, there is not the oats, an' the barley. An thin the praties an’ most remote pretencc to correct spelling; the sound is merely given as nearly as may be.
(2) The Mrs. Jeffries meant here was sister to the (3) The Irish à tort et à travers. Lord Chancellor of that day, and it was her natural (4) The Irish parliament. “To bring over the influence with him which gave rise to this belief, which Repale” is a usual mode of expression among the still prevails among the peasantry.
lower order of Irish for restoring native legislation,
80 on begin agin an' the fine homely graffin (5), sarvint boys, not forgetting a lick ov the tongue whin all the youngsthers used to have sich fun, to Mick iv she thought he was dhrinking the roastin' the praties an' the eggs in the hot young man in the bed's health too often; but ashes, an' all the naybors sinding their plough he was used to that, an' it rubbed off iv him or their pair o' ploughs to aitch other, an' noane aisy, an' indeed he used to say he'd be lonesome iv thim machines in fashion, only the fine like av' she didn't tell him every now an’thin that winnin'-sheet at the cross-roads or the high he'd be sorry for his doin's yet. field, an' the windy day, an' all the girls watch- Well, my dear, this was the way that everying it, an' letting the chaff fly width the blast, thing was, whin one mornin' Mihaul wint in ag that, iv you plaise, is sowld now at the four ushul whin he got up to bid the wife Dhea a pince and the fippince a bag to fill the ticks gudth (9) an' see how the babby was thriving width, aye thim wor the times.
whin, God bless the hearers an' where tis tould Well, among all the tinintbry ordher, of the the eyesight sprad in his head, whin he see out Jeffers’s, there wasn't one better off thin Mikle before hiin, in place iv the splendid bedfull iv a Ahearne, that bad the farm from 'em, that I'm woman he left there last night, but a poor tould is a Moddle Farm now; bad scran to 'em spint colloch (10) iv a yallah sperit widthout a for moddles, one would think there was never tooth in her head, an' her two little ferrets iv a blade iv grass grew till thim petty-coat-looses eyes squinting up crucked at him; an’his beautycome over from Scotland to taitch us how to ful crathur of an infant, with his little red fists shake hayseed. Mavrone, 'tisn't one or two doubled up an' his face like a blue bag, he was things the ould countbry has to throuble her, in sich a passhin alongside iv her. but manny's the thing besides. But, as I was Ayeh, my dear," he frightened up,"at sayin', Mikle Ahearne was a studdy dacint(6) wonst, an' my good 'oman,
ses he, what man, well known in fair an' market as a good brought you here?” ses he. But the never an buyer an' seller, an'a good judge iv a baste, but, answer my ould lady made him, but squinted be the good stick, 'twas no saycrit in the up at him wuss than ever. Well, at last he plougb-land, or the nixt to it aither, that the thought that maybe 'twas the way Joanny found
gray mare was the better horse" at home, for, herself so sthrong that she got up an' wint out bedad, his wife was a ratlin' fine 'oman, five as far as the cowhouse to see asther the milking feet ten iv she was an inch, in her stocking an' that the one in the bed was some onshuck vamps, width a tetch iv the fox in her blood, an' crayture (11) looking for her bit (God help
tongue in her head that could lave us !), that sthrayed in an' led down in the warm, Mihaul know what was what while she'd be place the craythure whin she found it impty, lookin' about her. But she was a great 'oman, But, bedad, he wasn't long or lazy finding his intirely at the milk an buthter, an'a knowin'clane mistake out; the ould ’oman was there (12) for housekeeper, an' a good mother iv childhern; | good, iv you plaise, an' his fine slashing 'oman an' Mihaul was a quiet man, an' used to take no iv a wife gone! notice iv her talk, but left her folly on tell she Well, my dear, 'twasn't long tell he made an was tired ; an' beggorra, though he was a small alarm, an' all the wimmen iv the plaice wor man, he hadn't any consate in him that way, about the bed screeching an' bawling; but, that a’most all thim little four futs have in egorra, iv the tower o'Babble, where they ses thimselves, takin' always as if it would come all the talk is, walked down in the room to her, like playin' marbles to 'em to thrip a steeple. 'twouldn't put a stir in the sthranger, an' one He wasn't that soart at all, but he iuck a great iv the naybors whipt away the poor babby width shine entirely out of Joanny, through looking her an' got him christen'd at wonst, the way 80 big an' so plentyful alongside iv him at mass nothing would have any power over him, at all iv a Sunday or behind him on the beautiful evints. dhrab cloth pillion at a berrio (7) or a hauling (3) Well, to make a long story short, this home among the naybors ; so that betwixt her sthrange ould ’oman, whoever she was, linger'd baving her own way width her tongue an' he width 'em for a month in the bed, an' thin she taking his own way without making her an died; an,' indeed, be all accounts, Mick answer, taking a sup whin it answered him an' Ahearne acted every way dacint be her, an' gev' lavin' it afther him whin it didn't, be the piper her a wake an' a funeral fit for anyone gentle o' war, they lived as paceable an' continted as or simple. An' be degrees he begin to come any couple in the Barony.
round agin, for though he often miss'd poor Well, my dear, it come about that Joanny Joanny from him, still, as I said before, he was was put to bed width her fourth child, a fine a fair an' aisey-going little man; an'asther all, armfull iv a boy; the first son, too, for the I'm touli (I don't know myself, I'm sure, others wor only girls, an' everything wint on never bavin'the knot tied on me, the Lord save well an' the mother strong an' hearty, an' us!) that there's many a wuss thrial to a man likely to be up in a couple iv days, giving her than losing his wife ; an' he brought in a very ordbers out o' the bed to the inaids an' the proper studdy 'oman, a widdy an' aunt iv bis
own, to look afther the plaice an' the childber.
(5) Burning the surface of the ground, a most destructive mode of farming.
(6) Steady. (7) Burials. (8) Bringing home a bride.
(10) A simpleton. (12) To remaiu entirely,
Noane iv thim Scureshas (13), that do be going | him av her, an' thin everyone axed what it was to the first man's berrin width the tear moryah all about. (14) in one eye an' the cock in the other ; “ This ould decaivin'villin," ses Mick," that one looking out for the seckind, aye, an' iv I wants to persuade me black an' white that she said it, the third an' the fourth, but no matter,
see poor Joanny last night! As if I was a fool for that, shure everyone to their thrade, an' to b'lieve her and her raumashe (25)." she was
a widdy imself, shure the Widdy Gearey couldn't expect her own brother's son
“Whisht, Mihaul avick (26),” ses Mrs. to marry her; so she minded Mick's house an' thing," ses she, " to see you in a passbin," ses
Gearey, speakin' soft to him, "'tis a wondherful family, well as all the naybors saw for nine she:" take the craythure aisey an' lave us all or tin months, and at the ind iv that time, a poor hear what she has to say. There's many a thravelling 'oman (15), that was always used to resoart to the house for a night's lodgin' whin quare thing going,” ses she, an' there's nothing she come the way, come in one evening, an' like the quiet way in the ind. afther keening (16) poor Misthiss Ahearne well,
“So she tuck the poor 'oman in, and gev her for she was a fine cryer (17), an' wasn't there a dhrop. o’the cowld wather an'a good sup ir before sence she was gone, an'aiting a fine sperits io it—that indeed, be all account, they supper iv the praties that wor as dhry as any wor never short iv in the house. An' whin she bread an' everyone iv thim as big as her head, came to berself a little, she up an' tould how she an? the best iv thick milk an' new milk mixed, woke in the middle iv the night, an' how she an' a good bit iv corn butther.
was dhrawing her bade (27) to her, to say a She led down in the bed iv fine clane sthraw, couple iv prayers for her bennyfactors an' an' bed-clothes accordin' that was always kep thim that was good to her bere an' hereafther, in the little puck (18) anear the fire, for the an’ that she thought she see the shaddy (28) likes iv her the craytures; but in the mornin', passing her, an' 'twas nothing tell she shuck as egonnys (19), whin she tuck her brekfist is the if she was in the agey wbin she see Misthiss same as she got last night, she looked very Aberne pace an' rest to her sowl wherever she dark an' murnful in herself, an' she called is, the fine flawhoor (29) 'oman that often ger Mick a one side an' said she had a thing to tell | away the good brekfist an' the good supper width him. So he walked out width her into the ber own two hands, walk over to the dbresser an' yard, width bis two hands in his pockets, quite take the plate iv cowld biled praties an' the keerless; an' to be sure 'twas marridge ran
piggin' iv milk that was always led there, an'a into the aunt's head an' all their heads whin clane towel every night iv coorse for the use iv they see 'em, an' the girls an' the min in the any poor sowl that might be wandhering about kitchen beginning to wink at one another that doing their pinnance-the Lord relieve 'em, an' 'twas a match "Bridheen (20) had for the sind 'em speedy relase, the craythures ! an' bring masther, an' that she come width the message 'em hether to the fire-place, andhraw out a to him whin Ochone (21)! Mavione, all iv a couple iv the red sods an' roast the praties, an' sudden, they hear a pillillu (22) outside that ait 'em width the milk, as if it was manys the scatıher’d 'em all at wonst to see what was the day sence she got a bit or a sup, let alone a matther; and whin they run out what would good male iv vittles. An' thin go over to the they see but the Far-a-thee (23), an' he having settle, where the childher slep' with one iv the a hoult of Bridheen be the top iv the ould girls, and look at 'em an' at last tuck the in, shawl she wore on her nick, an' he sbakin' iv fant out iv the cradle an’ examined him, and her for fair passhin.
whin she put him back she gev one murnful Yerrah, Mihaul, agra gal a lay machree (24), look aroun' the whole in the plaice, an’ walked lave some iv the life in me,” she was thrying to out agin as she come in. puff out as well as she could. " I'll stop here Well, my dear, she parsyvaired so sthrong agin to-night," ses she, “an’ watch yourself, in her story that at lingih an' at last Mick gep an' thin you'll see if I'm telling you the thruth into her, an' sed he'd stop up that night an' or not.'
watch. So, accordin' to that, the ould 'oman But Mihaul would be shaking her to this day, stopped, too, an' everything was settled as I suppose, he was so mad, but one iv the boys tuck ushul, only that Mick tuck his stan' behind
the room-doore, where he could see everything
through the slits at his big aise. An' sure (13) Viragos.
(14) By the way. enough in the dead hour iv the night who (15) A beggar-woman, nearly always so called should walk in but the skin an' bones ir bis among the Irish peasantry.
wife-for there wasn't a bit iv flesh upon 'em(16) The woman who keeps. (17) A lament in Irish ; a sort of rhyming one, in tould be the poor 'oman, an' was makin' agin
an' wint through the very same coorse that was which all the good qualities of the deceased are forth real or imaginary.
for the doore, whin out Mick lept an' caught (18) Recess.
(19) My son.
her about the waist. (20) Beggars are great match-makers in Ireland among the peasantry.
(21) My sorrow. (22) A great cry or uproar.
(25) Nonsense. (26) A familiar expletive. (23) Man of the house.
(27) Her beads, on which prayers are counted. (24) Irish terms of endearment,
“ Joanny, gra gal machree (30),” ses be, for Davy Ahearne said he'd go far an' near for where are you, or where are you goin," ses be, Mick or Joanny av it was anything else they * from the childher: Think iv them, an' iv my wanted; but beyor no one could expict him to ļonesome heart,” ses he," and sthop width us. dbraw ihe good people an' himself an' his own You must sthop width us; for my arms are family, an' so he'd have no call to any pisaround you, now," ses he, “an' they'll never let hoges (38), an' indeed bis vanithee (39) sed the you go agin.
essack same; but whin he went to Joanny's "Ab! no, Mick, agrah” (31) ses she, very brother, one Philly Linehan, 'twas wuss agin turnful, “ you can't keep me this time. I'm width himn, for iv he ballyragged (40) the poor missin' from the good people," ses she, “sence the thravellin' 'oman, faitb, Philly ballyragged him. night the ould 'oman you berried was left in the self tin times wuss, and tould him he was the bed, and myself whipt away, an' only I never fast sprissaun (41) iv a veboonig (42) that ever ait a bit iv their vittles you never could get evened one iv his people to the fairies, an' 'twas me at all, be any manner iv manes; but as I as much as ever the wife could do to keep him didn't, there's one way iv doin' it," ses she, “iv from brainia' Mick width the sock iv the plough you have the courage to face it."
that he had in bis hand carr'ing to be mended. “Out width it at wonst," ses Mick, stiff and But, bedad, Poor Mihaul was lyal (43) to Joanny sperited, “an' av it's in the power iv mortal all through, an' wbin noane iv thim would go man," ses he, to do it, you'll be in your house width him, be the piper o' war, he said he'd go in the morning.
himself; an’so he did, not forgetting to be shure "Fair an' aisey, Mihaul,” says she, "fair an' ivthe bottle iv blessid watberan’the black-handled aisey; I'm not in the nixt fort to you," ses she, waypon to commit depraydashins on the good “ but in another one two mile away to-wards the people av they didn't give him back Joanny, Round Tower; but in fifteen nights from this So, all well an' good, my dear, the 'pinted they're all raymoving to another plaice, a good night was a beautyful moonlight one, whin my way off, an' lave you go,” ses she, "to your bould daaring Mick tuck his stan' jest at the brother, an' call to my brother, too,” ses she, stepping-stones ondherneath Mathea, an' shure “an' ax 'em to go width you on the night i the same churchyard was always an airey plece mintion to the ford ondherneath Mathea church (44), an' was muvid in one night from one yard; but for your life," ses she, “ don't (32) side iv the wather to another, or at laste a part offer to forget to bring a bottle iv the blessed iv it; for, before it was all acrass, some 'oman wather an'a black-bandled knife width you, an' (shure they're always doin' some mischief, the just egsackly between twelve ap' one o'clock darlins), put out her head to see what the you'll see a long thrain iv thirty couple a horse-n'ise was, an' some iv the head slones fell in back pass you by an' lave 'em all pass you,” ses the wather, wbere they're to be seen 'tell this day. she, " tell you come to the last couple, an' I'll be Ayeb ! 'tis very hard to meddle width the good an the grey horse nixt. You have a ring ready people at all. Well, egor, Mick made a fine made all aroun' you; width the blessed wather big ring iv the wather all around about him, make one cut iv the black-handled knife thro' an' caught a hard grip iv the knife, an' had his the rains," ses she, “an' dbrag me off iv the air (45) cocked an' bis eye out to see 'em coming; horse into it, an' I'll be all right for evermore, an' shure enough, jest as she said, in the dead for they never can tetch iv me agin; but ontil hour iv the night, on they come in grate that's done, Mick machree-a (33), keep me you ordher, an', my dear, they all talkin' an' jibin' can't. So let me go, now; for my time is up, for the bare life among thimsel's, but he never an' you'd only do me a dale iv injury if you dhrew his breath or offered to stir ontill they thried to stop me to-night.”
wor all gone bv, except the last pair, an' thin he So be left ber go her road, an' sorrowful made a spring forrard; an' while you'd be sayenough the poor loving couple paited width in' thrapstick, he had the knife run through the aitch other ; but the sixt mornin', poor bridle an' Joanny aff o' the horse 'ithin the Bridheen (34) tuck to the road ayin, my dear, ring width bimself. An''twas thin the bulla. as proud as any paycock, width a bran new baloo begin, an' the screechin' an' the prancing one iv the ould guineas sewed up safe in iv the borses in the river ; an' they anear the plates (35) of her petticoat, an' many a Ghu dashed every dhrop iv wather in it up about dhea thu slaun (36) from the people in the the road, they wor 80 mad for losin' their nuss house an' the nay bors, for everyone was very (46). But 'twas no use for 'em, they hadn't glad to larn there was a chance that Joanny the power iv taking her out o' the rink, but the would be on the flure with thim agin.
two iv 'em bad to sthop in it tell the mornin', Well, whin the time come in coorse Mihaul wint though, an''twas the proud man wint home at to bis brother an' toult bim everything, egan- day brake, wbin Mick Ahearne tuck home neys(37) hegotnothing but the cowld showldher, “Joanny, the Fairies," as she was called tell
(30) Sweet love of my heart. (31) My love. (32) Attempt. (33) My heart. (34) Bridget.
(36) Plaits; a favourite hiding-place for money among Irish people of her calling. (36) God speed you.
(37) An expletive.
(38) Charms or spells. (39) Woman of the house. (40) Abused.
(41) Tril fellow. (42) A sconndrel.
(43) Loyal. (44) Where ghosts were about. (45) Ear.