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and tranquility SO necessary to all in this
dread hour, visited not the heart Of Napo-
leon. In all his conquests, in all his glory,
where could his mind find spot bright
enough to afford him consolation now. Not
like our Washington could he revert to be-
nefts conferred on mankind and to life
devoted to the good of his country. But
the tears of the widow and the orphan, the
cries of the houseless and oppressed rose up
before him and yet unheeded. Ambition
freed from all restraints still waved her
sceptre DER him, and Austerltz and Water
loo occupied those moments which should
have been given to his Maker. The storm
ragged with greater violence, the sea beat en-
the rock bound coast of ST. Helena, as if
about to overwhelm it in its anger All
nature seemed exulting in the death of him
who had warred with it in life. The friends
of Napoleon, few in number, had gathered
around his couch, attendants on his pro-
perty they had followed to share his exile.
True friends were they, for adversely had
tried them With heads bowed down and
grief too deep for utterance, they stood in
solemn silence by the couch Of their below
ed chief, whose muttered words as he fought
his battles over, made them feel how much
they were to lose 1t scarce seemed posi-
BILE that he should die.-he who had braved
the dangers of hundred conflicts and sport
ed with peril ,-who had stalked unframed
in every cline, from the burning deserts of
Africa to the ice bound plains of Russia
Had he fallen on the CORY field, sword in
hand, supported in the arms ofvictory, they
could have borne it. But Death had shun-
ned him ''when the fight was raging hol''
and now had come to meet him afar from
that country whose name was inscribed on
the core of his heart. The lightning flash
ed, the thunder reverberated among the
rocks and as the warning of the elements
increased, so did the strife in the mind Of
the warrior. In Imagination he had burst
the bounds which contained him. No long
er prisoner in a rocky isle, he was again
in France surrounded by the faithful COM
panions Of his many victories, marshaling
his legions for some desperate onset The
tempest was at its height and his spirit was
on the threshold of eternity, when Napo-
leon, with something of the excitement of
former days beaming in his face, calling to
his aid the last remaining efforts Of expiring
nature, shouted aloud those memorable
words sFete d'armee" The cord had snap
ped-''the golden bowl had broken''-his
spirit had taken its flight, and the wild
storm howled mournful requium over his
remains. flushed were all around while the
sound of that much-loved voice was heard
that voice never more to thrill upon the ear.
Bot when the last faint echoes died away,
then burst forth the grief SO long suppressed.
Oh it was curious sight, to see the time
worn veterap-the companion of his vcto-
ries and reverses, weeping like child over
all that remained of Napoleon le grand.
"The lightning may Aash-the loud thunder
rattle,
He needs not-he hears not-he's free from all pain,
He sleeps his last sleop-he has fought his last
battle,
No sound shall awake him to glory again"