The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-03-09
THE DAILY DISPATCH
Fron tke Lipepoot Courier, Feb. IL.

fro"' TIE LtueTp0ot Courier, feo IL.
Bold STROKE FoR THRONE: The CAREER
AND COUP DErAT OF LOUIS NAPOLEON Bona
PARTE. LONDON: GRooMBRIp0E AND SONS.
One of the smartest satitiacal poems In or out
of "Panch which has fallen across our path, and,
though published anonymously the authors mod
esty need not have led him TO Withhold his name
Criticism, in such case, is not called for, and
therefore say nothing as to our agreement or
otherwise with the sentiments expressed We
cannot do better than apply scissors literally,
and surely, when done, our readers will say win
Casio, IAN excellent song" aud seek the resi-
where the entire nine and forty verses may be
found Here we find Louis Napoleon in the early
part of his career, an exile from France in the
Land of the Free"
fled to her shores when that Louis Philippe,
The tyrant, was welding our sceptre;
When France lay in dreamings of dastardly sleep,
Or in chains, could the despot have kept hers
1t was sorrowiul news
That the nation should choose
monarch who formerly brushed his own shoes
Thought of my uncle's omnipotent sword,
When he battered down freedom with cannon;
looked on his throne an Iswore-in q word
That I'd set more glorious man on;
That I'd traverse the deep,
And from his throne sweep
That scum of nloitality-Louis Philippe.
So chartered vessel of twenty five tons,
And gallsntly tempted the main,
With sxty-two comrades, and two rusty guns,
And cargo of sparkling champagne.
ButTd scarce cut my stick,
When Fate played me trick,
For, oh. dear me! fell most amazingly sick
The waves were like mountain tops crested with
foam
And alas grew paler and paler;
| wished myself back again snugly at home,
For never was reckoned sailor;
The gloomy clouds frowned,
Oh so horribly round,
7 n drowned
But at last we arrived at the shores of old France,
And we banished torebodings and fears;
There fire in our souls, there was pride in our
glance,
As we summoned up strength for three cheers!
lifted my hand,
And waved to the land,
With gestures of proud and prophetic command
We brandished our swords in the rays of the sun,
As we placed our proud feet on the shore;
We fired an official salute OF one gun,
And our eagle we galantly bore,
AS our footsteps we bent
The air it was rent
With our sixty three voices wherever we went
But, 10 was tapped on the shoulder and turned,
NV features grew horribly pale,
And then with blush of confusion burned,
As two officers marched me to gaoi.
Yes, brave as am,
! went off like lamb,
For couldn't be starved if they kept me in Ham
We come now to the s'Republican President
the 'Son of the Church"-who ran to the help OF
"the Viceg gerent of God" when Rome ''her banner
of freedom unfurled," and couple of stanZas Will
suffice
Yet fools that they were what could valour avail,
In the face of our might and our gloryY
We poured in our bullets like torrents of hail,
As they fell on their battlefield CORY;
And many one
Who rose with the sun,
Was ghastly in death ere his glories we're run
Twas but an ephemeral vision of hope,
Which fioated awhile in their brains,
For quicker than thought came their mercitul Pope
To load them again with his chains
Twas worth all the Sight
To look on the sight,
When the bells of the Vatican pea'ed with delight
smartest in the lot
But matters grow very alarming at home,
With ruTors OF secret sedlnon.
Oh what could have tempted so many to roam,
And see that fare up Expedihonf
Perhaps twas the air
OF liberty there,
Which sickened them SO with the fetters they
wear
The pride of my Commons scared up to the sky
In fierce ard tunlultuous flame;
The majority vauntingly hinted that
Should be President only in name;
But was match
For the whole of the batch,
As every one found when ! came TO the scratch !
So bribed all the army with sandwiches, made
OF the lovelest beef to be seen,
| And with remarkable prescience, laid
The BUTTER most thckly between.
don't mind if do
Tell the secret to you,
| That lavished the brandy to wash it down, too.
| One night when the sky was as black as the grave
summoned my bold fusiliers;
| They had muddled their brains with the Cognac
| And the bottle had banished their fears;
But my bosom throbbed fast,
| AS the columns went past
| Tho they swore they would fight for me-game te
the last
| As | sat in my closet manfuly tried
To drown my forebodings in beer;
An aid.de camp came-"How goes II" cried
Hurrah they had collar ed old Theirs
He would feel, suppose,
| Very queer when he rose,
With bayonet only an inch from his nose
| Brave Cavaignac, too, was reposing his head,
| With seeuritys smile on his cheek;
But they forcinly dragged the poor wretch from
| his bed,
Though he was to be married next week.
Yes, we kept them all fast,
Since We had em at last;
There life or else death on the perilous cast
When the sun of the morning arose on The scene,
| The Assembly attempted to sit;
| But there was wonderful contrast between
| These gentlemen's courage and wit
| For. quicker than thought,
surrounded the lot,
| And arrested the whole of the fools ON the spot
| And sometimes cannot help thinking thatI
! On dangerous eminence rock:
have periled my all on hazardous die,
For the EMPIRE, or else to the BLOCK.
| But give me the chance
| On-no advance
Til Louis Napoleon is monarch of France.
An interesting experiment, ordered by th,
Secretary of War, for the purpose of testin,
the relative merits of Omondaga and Turk