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the campaign; you are to-day abundantly provided. The magazines taken from our enemies are numerous. The artillery has arrived. The country has a right to expect great things of you. Will you justify its expectation? The greatest obstacles doubtless have already been surmounted; but you have yet battles to fight, towns to take, rivers to cross. Is there among you

one whose courage begins to fail? Is there one who would prefer to return upon the summits of the Alps and Apennines to bear patiently the results of a slavish soldiery? No, there is none such among the victors of Montenotte, Millesimo, Diego, and Mondovi.

You are all fired with the wish to bear afar the glory of the French people; you all desire to humiliate those proud kings who dared to think of putting us in fetters; you all wish to dictate a glorious peace which shall indemnify France for the immense sacrifices she has made. You all wish, on going back to your village homes, to be able to say with pride: "I was of the conquering army of Italy."

WATERLOO.

LORD BYRON.

THERE was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry; and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men :
A thousand hearts beat happily;` and when

Music arose with its voluptuous swell

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again And all went merry as a marriage-bell:

But hush hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell !

Did ye not hear it?-No; 'twas but the wind

Or the car rattling o'er the stony street.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;

No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet:
But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;

And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before,
Arm! arm! it is—it is—the cannon's opening roar.

Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale which but an hour ago

Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes
Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!

And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
-And the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar;

And near the beat of the alarming drum

Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — -"The foe! They

come! They come ! "

Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay,
The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife,
The morn the marshalling in arm,
Battle's magnificently stern array!

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NAPOLEON! he hath come again-borne home
Upon the popular ebbing heart,

a sea

Which gathers its own wrecks perpetually,
Majestically moaning. Give him room! -
Room for the dead in Paris! welcome, solemn
And grave deep, 'neath the cannon-moulded column!

There, weapon spent and warrior spent may rest
From roar of fields, provided Jupiter

Dare trust Saturnus to lie down so near

His bolts!

And this he may: For, dispossessed

Of any godship, lies the god-like arm —
The goat, Jove sucked, as likely to do harm.

And yet... Napoleon! - the recovered name
Shakes the old casements of the world! and we

Look out upon the passing pageantry,
Attesting that the Dead makes good his claim
To a Gaul grave, — another kingdom won -

The last of few spans

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Blood fell like dew beneath his sunrise
But glittered dew-like in the covenanted.
And high-rayed light. He was a despot
But the avros of his autocratic mouth
Said yea
i' the people's French: he magnified
The image of the freedom he denied.

And if they asked for rights, he made reply,

"Ye have my glory!"—and so, drawing round them His ample purple, glorified and bound them

In an embrace that seemed identity.

He ruled them like a tyrant - true! but none
Were ruled like slaves! Each felt Napoleon!

I do not praise this man: the man was flawed
For Adam- much more, Christ!—his knee, unbent
His hand, unclean - his aspiration, pent
Within a sword-sweep-pshaw!

- but since he had

The genius to be loved, why let him have
The justice to be honored in his grave.

I think this nation's tears, poured thus together
Nobler than shouts: I think this funeral

Grander than crownings, though a Pope bless all,

I think this grave stronger than thrones: But whether The crowned Napoleon or the buried clay

Be better, I discern not - Angels may.

THE GUILLOTINE.

CHARLES DICKENS.

THE new era began; the King was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death declared for victory or death against the world in arms; the black flag waved night and day from the great tower of Notre Dame; three hundred thousand men, summoned to rise against the tyrants of the earth, rose from all the varying soils of France as if the dragon's teeth had been sown broadcast and had yielded fruit equally on hill and plain, on rock, in gravel, and in alluvial sand, under the bright sky of the South, and under the clouds of the North, in fell and forest, in the vineyards and the olive grounds, and among the cropped grass and the stubble of the corn, along the fruitful banks of the broad rivers and in the sand of the seashore. What private solicitude could rear itself against the deluge of the Year One of Liberty, -the deluge rising from below, not falling from above, and with the windows of heaven shut, not opened!

There was no pause, no pity, no peace, no interval of relenting rest, no measurement of time. Though days and nights circled as regularly as when time was young, and the evening and the morning were the first day, other count of time there was none. Hold of it was lost in the raging fever of a nation as it is in the fever of one patient. Now, breaking the unnatural silence of a whole city, the executioner showed the people the head of the King -and now, it seemed almost in the

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