Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1852-09-25
NAPOLEON THE LITTLE.

Under this title VICTOR HUGO has just published
London by far the unsparng criticism and the BIT
teres assault yet made upon the ruler of France 1t is
a volume Of 400 pages divided into nine books From
the first of these entitled the Man. the Courier des Flats
Unis published extract Of which the Philadelphia
Ledger translates portion. 1t is once most bril-
liant specimen of nvective and profession of faith
in the eternal vitality of Liberty:
Let us set forth this triumph Of order let US depct this
Government vigorous, settled squared of strong having
its side crowd Of small young men, who have more ambition
than pairs Of boots parasites and miserable beggars
ed the Exchange by Foud the Jew and in the Church by
Montaembert the Catholic; esteemed by women who wish
be girls and by who wish be projects by
coalition Of prostitution, giving ttts, making Cardinals
wearing white craya and with opera hatunder the arm
with gloves like fresh butter Morny as
pas eshbrushed as Persighy rch elegant clean gded
brushed, joyous, born in Of blood
Yes, there will be a waking up.
Yes viii out of this orpor which, for such
pie is shame and when France shall wake up when il shall
its side, il will reco this France, with terrible shudder be-
fore the monsrous crime which has espouse her
the darkness, and whose bed she has shared.
Then the last hour will sound.
The skepcs smile and insist saying Hope nothing
This regime, we believe, is the shame Of France So be il
This shame quoted on Change. Hope nothing You are
poets and dreamers, II you hope Look around YOU The
tribune, the press intelligence, speech thought every thing
which liberty has disappeared. Yesterday Il moved II
acted it livedto-day is petrhed we then People are
content they adapt themselves this petrfacon they turn
II to account they carry their business live in IL az
usual Society continues and mutudes of honest men find
things well enough they Why you wish
Why do you wish TO bring this state Of things to an end
Do not deceive yourelves This sod this is
this Is the present and the future
We in Russia. The Neva is frozen over Houses are
built upon it. Heavy carriages pass its surface no
longer water, IL Is rock Passengers 90 and come on this
marble which river. city is rapidly but-srees
laid oushops openedthey buy they SELL they eat
they drink they light FIRE this water They can indulge
In everything Fear nothing do what you please and
dance it is mer than the solid earth Hurra for winter
Iook AZ "a al Ia
1t day. Is il midnight dim and pad ray gmmers on the
snow-you would say that the dying
No, thou dost not die, Liberty One Of these days at
moment when II Is the least expected very hour when
thou art most completely forgotten, thou will again Ali
dazzling spectacle Thy sunke face will at once emerge
from the horizon and illuminate the sky Over all this snow
all this ice this white aud sfened plain over this
water solid block this shameful winter thou wilt
launch thy golden beams thy brilliant and burning rays
Light! Heat! Life And then, listen
DO you hear that dull sound7 Do hear that deep and
ghtful cracking II s the breaking up the Ice Tits the
Neya, which flows again. II Is the which resumes its
course IL the living water joyful and terrible, which lifts
M the dead and hdeous Ice and breaks II pieces
granite do you say IL breaks like piece glass II Is the
breaking up tell you 1t is truth which returns il il pro-
gress which recommences II Is humanity which up its
march, and which floats off, drives forward hurries on strikes
dahes brushes and browns, like the miserable furnishings
Of downalen howell only the empire Of Louis
pae but all the structures and all the works Of eter
nal desposm Look at IL passes away. IL about 10
half submerged the old code Of nquyth which Is
engufed is the throne, and this which swept away the
scafold.
this stupendous deuge for this supreme victory Of life
over DEATH what Is wanting One Of thy beams Sun One
Of thy rays, Liberty