Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1847-07-08

THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON.
A painful scene for contemplation is often
presented to US in the recollection of those
dear friends whom the hand Of death has
Iremoved from our sight. By the aid of
memory we are enabled to recall them as
they appeared when living, and as their
forms pass before us we fall into train of
sad and melancholy musing, although pleas
ing to us, remembering the many pleasant
hours we have spent with them. Death is
terrible, how e'er he comes. Whether he
rides on the wings of the poisonous Sirocco
or depopulates countries under the insldious
garb of the plague. Whether he mows down
thousands on the field of battle or stops the
beating of the heart in the still, dark cur
tanned chamber Who shall stay him
who can stand before him! The lightning's
flash ministers unto him. Earth, air, sea
all things are his servants and do his bid
ding. Time bows before his onward course
and his power will end but in Eternity. He
knows of no distinction.
s'Palida mors equo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas,
Regumque turres."
Prince and peasant, sage and simple, the
head slvered with age and the hel pless babe
fall like grass before his remorseless, insa-
table scythe. At the sight of his work of
destruction chill comes DER the heart
But when the object is one who has scared
with an eagles flight, who has dared to face
the sun, whose name and deeds are univer
sally regarded as unequalled, then feeling
of regret comes DER US to find that one so
great could be born to die The same emo
ton exists when we see one Of the lofty
sons of the forest falling before the strokes of
the woodman's axe, or proud stag brought
down in his swift flight by the baying hound.
The end of life has been often compared to
the winding up Off well-written play where
the principal persons still act in character
whatever is the fate which they undergo
The soul of man of strong passions and
feelings, whose whole life has passed in the
endeavor to attain something requiring the
utmost powers Of the mind, relaxes not at
the approach Of death but preserves its tone
to the last. In the annals of history there
lis recorded no one whose career was more
brilliant and fleeing than that Of Napoleon
IBonaparte. Like mete he passed dazzling
the eyes of all beholders and like the track
of thunderbolt ruin and destruction were
in his path. In the language of Caesar he
might have said, "Veni, uidi, vici,o for in
his conquests he was flame devouring all
before him.
Whose fiat millions Slew
The soaring eagle of the Alps, the crushed at Wa
Led on by inordinate ambition he thought
the world was made for him to conquer
Favoured by fortune in series OF brilliant
and unparalleled victories, he tried her too
far and she deserted him. And he who had
been accustomed to the warlike array, the
soul stirring events of war, and the pomp and
magniGcence Of courts, was bound Prone
theus-lke to barren rock while the vullures
of conscience gnawed at his vitals. He died
as he had lived, and his last words evincine
clearly what was passing in his mind, gave
striking example of the "ruling passion
strong in DEATH" At the moment of his
dissolution storm remarkable for its fierce.
ness and strength ragged around him, but the
mind of the warrior was far away. He was
once more in scenes which had long gone
by, his thoughts were with the past, and a
the head of his devoted army he was lead
Ing on to conquest and to victory. Peace