The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1848-01-08
LITERARY EXAMINER.


AuEuste Barbter-Napcteon.
Turning over Longfellow's interesting ceanpi
latiOn, the poets ofEurOPe, the other dsy,we hap
pened upon poem Of Auguste Barber, Twin.
French poet, on the Bronze Statue of Napoleon
The name Is new one TO our ears, though MOI
new to diigent students Of modern French litera-
ture, WeknOw nothing Of him but what we there
found and an interesting notice in the Foreign
Quarterly Review No. 6l.) But there is no mis-
taking the spirit Of true poetry in this little pro.
ductiOn-the genuine fire Of the flint. The Wig.
or and energy Of the thoughts-(the vigOr and
energy Of truth the power-even the occasion.
al roughness Of expression, pleased us exceeding
iy. We regret we have not space to copy the
whole Poem-the following extract, which
forms the conclusion fOrcibly and eloquently
seconds our observations last week on war and
military glory. heontains matter for deep, Bit
ter but needfal and profitable reflection, for every
lover Of this great republic and of the truths on
which its existence is based. After describing
the first making Of the bronze Statue of Napol-
con- It's erection, its dissertation, by the Army
Of the Allies, followed by most powerful sketch
ofFrancs, ss young, spirited, untamed mare
and Napoleon as her merciless rider to death,
ne concludes with description of the re-erect-
ton Of the Statue, and these reflections:
NO" born again. from depths where thou vert
A radiant eagle dost thou rise;
"Inging thy fight again to rule the world,
lnine image re-ascends the skies
No longer now the robber of a crown
The insolent usurper-he,
Wit eashiOns Of throne, IMPLYING down,
Who pressed the throat of Libertve
Old slave ofths alliance, sad and lone,
Who died upon a sOmbre rock,
And Frances image, until death dragged on
her chain, beneath the strangers stroke
NAPoLEoS stands, unsuilied by a STAIN
Thanks 10 the hstterer's tnueful race.
Inc lying poets who ring praises vain,
has Cesar 'mong the Gods fOu nd place,
ms image TO the city walls gives light;
ms name has made the city's hum.
Sul sounded cesselessly, as. througb IN. 9Th,
IL echoed farther than the drum,
IRON ths high suburbs, where the people crowd.
DON Paris, an old pilgrim now
6aea cay descend 10 greet the pillar proud,
Ana humble there his monarch brow.
ne srms encountered with a mortal wreath.
win nowers for that bronze's fall.
lNe m0tAsrs look or, as they pass beneath.
IN wo.kiag-yest, In drunkenness Of soul.
untO the hfe's aud trumpet's tone.
Doth Joyous Paris dance the Carmagnol.-
Aroand the great Napoleon.
mus, gentle Monarchs, pass unnoted on!
Mild Pastors of mankind, away.
sages, depart, as common broys have gon.
Devoid Of the immortal raw!
70, Fsiniy you make light the peoples chain,
And Vainiy, Ikea calm flock, come
On your own footsteps, without sweat ar ,.;n
me PeoPie-treading towards their tomb,
soon as your star doth to its setting glide,
Ano Its best lustre shall be given
BY your quenched name-1pon the noDul,,
uoe,
Scarce faint fuTow shall be riven
fass' pass ye on! for ye no statue highl
our names shall vanish from the horde.
fnsr memory Is for those who lead 10 die
6eneaih the cannon and the sword;
Their love for him, who on the humid field
by thousands lays 10 rot their bones;
for nm, who BIDS them pyramids to buhd.
Ano bear upon their backs the stones