Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1841-01-28
POE II 8 Y ;
PROPHECY HY BYRuN.

PRoPsEcY OF LoRD BYRos, IN RELArros TO
TIE EMPEROR NAPoL EoR.--The removal of the
remains Of the Emperor Napoleon from the Island
OF ST. Helena to Paris. By tie Government Of
France, was predicted by Lord Byron in the sub
joined extract add Is but another verihcaon Of the
wonderful pFesrience Of truly great minds. Those
eminent men who. from high cultivation of their
superior intellectual powers, capable Of extend
ing their ample ken over the whole human race in
all the vicissitudesDf present and past ages, who
intensely watch the characters, customs, tastes
dispositions and movements Of nations, fof the pur
pose Of examining causes and comparing Effects
who profoundly study the Attributes and working
OF the heart and mind of man in all the conditions
Of his exstenee,-who scrlinize facts and seek
truth BY the light of genius and the philosophy Of
inductiye reason, behold reflected IN the past the
incidents of future ages. Such predictions are
often deemed snperhuman when only result had
been proclaimed which as deducible from tie
abandsnt elements relied upon for solving the
question, as that OF any other problem IN moral or
physical science.
Thus Lord Byron foresaw that nation, which
had been distinguished for its martial spirit since
the wars of Julius Cesar, and which had conquer
ed Europe and Egypt under the victorious Eagles
Of Napoleon, would day claim his ashes, and
commemorate his deeds and the elories OF France,
by the erectonsof magnificent mausoleum in the
capita OF his empire.
How remarkable has been the fulflment Of the
following prophecy u the mighty bard Of Eng land:
Boston Courier.
But, where is he, the modern, nnightier far,
Who, Dor. no king, made manarchs draw his car
Yes where is he, the champion and the child
or all. that's great little, wise wild
Whose game was empires, aud whose stakes were
thrones;
Whose table, esrth whose dice were human bones
Behold the grand result in yon lone isle,
And, as thy nature urges, weep smile.
Smile, for the fettere1 eagle breaks his chain,
And higher worlds Than this are his again.
How must he smile, and turn yon lone grave,
The proudest sea mark that oertops the wave
His name shall hallow the ignoble shore,
A talisman to all save him who bore,
The fleets that sweep before the eastern blast
Shall hear their sea boys hail ii from the mast.
Can glory's lust
Touch the freed spirit of the fettered dus7
Small hath lie Of what his tomb consists;
Naught if he sleeps-nor more il he exists:
He wants not this; but France shall feel tue want
OF this last consolation though scan;
Her honor fame, and faith, demand his bones,
10 rear above pyramid of ihronesi
Or carried onward, in the battles van,
To form, like Gpescln's* dust, her talisman,
But be it as ii is, the time may come,
His name sha beat the alarn'like Ziska' s drum.th
"A celebrated wart.,r, and Constable Of France
in the 18th century.
tZska was General OF Bohemia, and having
gained many victories the Emperor Sigismpnd,
he was seized with the plague, and directed his
skin to be tanned, after his death, and used as
drum head, TO animate his soldiers in battle.