The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-10-03

SOhi, caught OS hiiO p"ttiS H'N~
roar of the storm without, was once more in
the midst ofthe fight, smuggling by the Pyra-
mids, or Daunbe, or on the plains of Italy,
1t was the thunder ofcannon that smote his
ear; and amid the wavering fight, and cover
ing smoke, and tumut of the scene, his gla-
zing eye caught the heads of his mighty col
columns, as torn yet steady, they bore his
victorious eagles on, and "Iete de .Armes"
broke from his dying lips. Awe-strick and
still, his few remaining friends stood in tears
about his couch, gazing steadfastly OH that
awful kingly brow, but ii gave no farther to-
ken, and the hanghty lips moved no MORE
Napoleon lay silent and motionless in his last
Sleep" "r'.'. "4HJ -
Such was the death ofNapoleon-and the
thought oft will move the reader of history
to the most distant times. But this was not
the last ofthe most extraordinary scenes that
make up that man. Many years afterwards
was enacted another still more strange and
stirring, and such us has occurred to no one
else of those whom the world have agreed in
calling great. France had never forgotten
him who had added more to her glory than
any one of all her feudal monarchs. She had
often turned her eyes to that distant rock in
the ocean, wondering ifhe slept quietly in
his solitary grave in which his enemies had
laid him. Many years passed, power had
gone back TO It's own channels; suddenly n
murmur began to rise that Napoleon should
return to France! Exiled, dead, solitary at
rest! Yet let him return, for the dead are an
Entertained For ourown part we have al
ways felt that it was filter and more sublime
for him to remain in that lonely burial place,
with the ocean rolling around him. But
France yearned TO have him rest in her hos
ON; she has always been proud of her great
men-and where was her greatest? The
murmur rose till il filed the nation, and Ma
poleon came back from st Helena.
The scene ofNapoleon's second reception
from exile is affectingly described in the
sketch of Marshal Money. This Marshal, i'm
the extremity of age had been made govern
or ofthe Hotel dies Invalides. The picture of
the daily appearance of those war worn vet
Grams forms an impressive prelude.
Nearly two hundred officers and more than
three thousand men, the wreck of the grand
army, were assembled here, and the oldest
Marshal ofthe Empire placed at their head
How striking the contrast which Moncey and
those few thousand men, in their faded regl-
mentals presented TO the magnificent army
which Napoleon led so often 10 victory
From the Pyramids, from Lodi, Arcola, Ma
rengo, Austerlitz, lena, Wagram, Borodino-
where the eye rests on mighty armies, NOV
ing to battle and to victory amid the unrollinG
ofstandards and pealing of trumpets--thC
glance returns to the bowed form and gray
hairs, and trembling voice ofMoncey, MS Inc
moves on the shoulders of his attendants
through the ranks ofthese fewaged soldiers
who have come MANNED from almost every
battlefield ofEurope, to die in the bosom of
France.
Time has taken what the sword left. Ma
poleon, the spell word which had startled
Europe, was now spoken in monrnful accents
and the fields in which they had seen him tri
unph, were but as dim remembrauces. Or
n far distant isle that mighty spirit had SUM
to rest,and the star that had illumined hem
isphere has left the heavens forever. VIVA
ravages time makes; who would have though
as he gazed on Money, borne carefully along
his feeble voice saluting his old companions il
arms, that fire had ever flashed from that eye
and amid the uproar ofcannon and shock of
cavalry he had carried death through tho
ranks ofthe enemy; and that those bowed ant
limping soldiers had shouted on the fierce
fought fields OF Austerliiz, Borodimo and Wa
gram, or sent up their war-cry from the foo
of the Pyramids" ..a #.... ..It ...
; Money, though ninety years of age, WA
appointed to receive the remains ofNapoleoi
in the names of these disabled veterans
"All France was agitated as the time drew
near when the vessel was expected that bor'
! back the dead Emperor to her shores.-
) When it swept down on the coast, the ex
element could scarcely have been greater
had he been landing with sword in hand"
On the day of solemn procession in Paris
the whole city was abroad, and Napoleon il
the height of his power never receives
more distinguished honor, than when dead h'
was borne through the capital of his forne
empire. As the procession passed through
the streets, the beat ofthe muffled drum, ant
mo,irnful blast ofthe trumpet as it rose ant
) fell through the mighty requiem and all tn,
signs of nations woe, filled every heart witt
} the profoundest grief
There, beside the coffin, walked the rem
, nants of the Old Guard, once the pride ant
; strength ofthe Emperor,and the terror of Eu
J rope; and there, too, was his old war-horse
: covered with the drapery of mourning. Oh
! whose back he had galloped through the bat
I tie; and over oil dropped the banner Of
> France, heavy with Crape-aIl-all mourning
= in silence for the mighty dead. 1dI
1 The church that was to receive the bod
D was crowded in every part of it waiting it
4 arrival, when the multitude was seen to pan
I in front, an an old man bowed with years, hi
. white lock falling over whittier visage, an
9 seemingly ready himself to be- laid in tn
: tomb, was borne through the throng in
d large armchair, and placed at the left of tn
e main altar beside the throne. Covered wit
t decorations and honors, that contraste
h strangely with his withered and almost life
less features, he sat and listened to the might
$ dirge that came sweeping through the churcl
+ as ifmemory was trying in vain to recall til
It past. That was Marshall Moncey,now near
}. iy ninety years ofage, brought hither to we
), come his old commander back to his few II
d mining soldiers. AS the funeral train slow
}. w entered the court the thunder of canno
f shook the solid edifice, blending in the