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that was fired, and was left alone with his staff in the tion to these, we cannot; if we would, nor ought
raddle of the field. He simply turned to the count, and
We to do so if we could, afford to mix ourselves up
3‘,rtn_glY said, " What do you think of that ? Yet it is
m such poltroons that lam expected to gain a battle !" withw
the quarrels which have driven the exiles to
We offer them our protection, and
•3' authority for this anecdote is Mr. Alexander Baring, our shores.
who heard it himself from the lips of Pozzo di Borgo. share with them our hospitality, and those parties
Wittztuibedefitt of Waterloo .:31. Nolte met:with and miserably mistake their own position, and greatly
the um a y Coste, the peasant who performed abuse our generous magnanimity, when they insist
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cessful struggle, base ingratitude, or absolute
fatuity alone, can explain the motive by which
they are actuated in seeking to embroil their
benefactors in a quarrel from which they them-
selves have reaped only misfortune, and from
success in which they alone are likely to re:
ceive benefit. Such, however, is unfortunately
the object sought by many of the men whose

extreme views or personal rashness have precipi-
tated them into the adoption of measures unsuited
to their means, if not absolutely inimical to the
interests of their countrymen. Amidst the free
institutions of this country the egotistical mania
of these men finds varied vent. ',Here, a robustious
and mouthing patriot pours forth a lamentation
over his fallen fortunes and the misdirected destiny
of his unhappy country, in strains of turgid and
hombastical oratory ; there, another operates in the
quiet seclusion of the family circle, the while deco-
rating his brows with unspontaneous laurels, and
lining his pockets with substantial though unde-
served gold. The press, too, teems with the
lucubrations of those expatriated privateers—men
who, instead of deporting themselves with the
modest demeanour which befits misfortune, and is
always found linked to merit, insist upon being
permitted to put our house in such order as will
best comport with their notions of political freedom,
and most effectually aid in bringing about that
state of matters which they failed in establishing
where, if anywhere, they had a right to aim at its
accomplishment. Nay, more than that ; not con-
tent with assuming to themselves the office of
advisers, they .go farther, and in no measured
terms denounce our friendships, stigmatise our
alliances, and tell us to our teeth that we are
knaves and fools, because, forsooth, we do not
madly espouse their quarrels, and involve our
country in the guilt of bloodshed to carry out views
in which, individually and national!
concern

we have no

Of this latter tribe is the gentleman whose
special pleading fills the pages of the small volume
before us. Its object is undisguisedly to impugn
the character of Louis Napoleon, and so to inflame
the minds of the British public against him.as to

render continued alliance with his government an
impossibility. To effect this purpose, our unin-
guest tells us the man with whose govern-

an alliance is a robber and a
murderer—is stained with every crime, social and
political, which can disfigure a reputation. If so—
and M. Victor Schoelcher is not entitled to be looked
on as an impartial witness—it becomes the French
nation, not us, to purify its throne. The people,
or a portion of them strong enough to do so, put
Louis Napoleon at its head, and cast out M.Schoel-
cher and his friends ; and their doing so, if in any
degree criminal, was at least no fault of ours. Our
alliance is with the French nation, not with its
individual ruler, and that man has but few claims
on our national regard who covertly or openly
would seek to embroil us in sanguinary contention
with France, till she shall place at the head of her
affairs a man in all respects meriting the ques-
tionable approbation of such impracticable politi-
cians as the author of “ Dangers to England." Let
M. V. Schoelcher harangue and advise his country-
men as best he may, but let him remember, that in

we have form

this country at least, his

honour is a

private station

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