The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-09-05
THE TWO NAPOLRONS.

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Some stauzas from Lord Byrou's famous Ode
o Napoleon Bonaparte will be read with pecu-
lar interest, from the marvellous accuracy with
which they apply to the circumstances OF Napo-
con III
TTls done-hut Yesterday a kngi
And armed with kings to strive;
And now thou art nameleas thingI
So Rbject-N OF alivel
Ie this the man Of thousand thrones
Who strew ed our earth with hostile bones,
And can be thus survive?
Since he, mircalled the Morning Star,
Nor man nor tend hath fallen go far.
Ill-mlnded mani why scourge thy kind
Who bo~d su low the kRee1
By gazing oil myself grown blind,
Thou taught'st the rest to see,
With might observation-disclosures TO save
Thine only gift hath been the grave
To those that wOrshipped thee;
Nor till thy fall could mortals guess
Ambitions less than littleuees
Thanks for that lesson! 1t will teach
To after-~arriUrs more
Than high philosophy can preach,
And vaiuly preached before.
That spell upon the minds of men
Breaks never To unite again,
That led them to adore
Those Pagod things of sabre sway
With frouts of brass aud feet Of clay.
The triumph and the vanity,
The rapture OF the strife
The earthquake voice of Victory,
To thee brt ath of life,
The sword, the sceptre aud that sway
Which man seemed made but to obey,
Wherewith renoWn was rife
All quell'd! Dark spirit what must be
The madness Of thy memory!
The Desola o. desolate!
The Victor overthrownt
The Arbiter of Others fate
A Suppliaut for his own!
1ijsoue yet imperial hope
1lciwith such change can calmly copes
Or dread of death aloue2
odie prince or live a slave
Thy choice is most ignobly braves
He who of old would rend tho oak,
Dream'd not of the rebound,
Chain'd by tho trunk he vainly broke.
Alone how look d he round?
Thou In the steruness of thy strength
An equal deed hast done at length,
And darker fate hast found:
He fell, the forest pr0wler's prey.
But thou must eat thy heart awayi
The Roman, when his burning heart
Was slaked with blood at Rome,
Threw down the dagger, dared depart
In savage grandeur home;
He dared depart In utter scorn
OF men that such yoke had borne,
Yet left him such doom.
His only glory was that hour
Of eelf-upheld abandoned power.
The spaniard, when the lust Of sway
Had lost its quickening spell.
Cast crowns for rosares away
An empire for cell;
A strict accountant OF his beads,
A subtle disputant of creeds,
His dotage trifed we'll.
Yet better he had neither known
bigots shrine nor despot's throne.
But thou-from thy reluctant hand
The thunderbolt is wrung-
Too late thou leav'st the high command
To which thy weakness clung
All evil split "a thou art
1t Is enough to grieve the heart
To see thine own anstruug.
To think that Gods fair world hath been
The fOotstOol of n thing SO mean.
And earth hath split her blood for him,
Who thus can hoard his ownl
And Monarchs how'd the trembling limb
And thanked him for q throne
Fair Freedom! we may hold thee dear,
When thus thy mightiestfoes their fear
In humblest guse have shown.
Oh ne'er may tyrants leave behind
A brighter nnme to lure mankindt
Thine evil deeds are writ In gore,
Nor written thus in vain
Thv triumphs tell of fsme no more,
Or deepen every stain:
IL thou hadst died as honor dies,
Some new Napoleon might arise,
To shame the world again
But who would soar the solar height
To set In such starless night?
Weigh'd in the balance, hero dust
Is vile as vulgar clay;
Thy scales, Mortality! are just
To all that pass away;
But yet metbought the living great,
Some higher sparks should animate,
To dazzle and dismay:
Nor deem'd contempt coald thus make mirth
OF these, the Conauerors of the earth
There was a day-there was an hour
While earth was Gaul's-Gaul thine
When that immeasurable power
Unsated to resign
Had been an act of purer fame
Than gathers round Marepgo's name
And gilded thy decline
Through the long twilight of all time
Despite some passing clouds of crime.
But thou forsooth must be king
And don the purple vest
AS IL that foolish robe could wiring
Remembrance from thy breast
Where is that faded garment? Where
The gewgaws thou vert fond to wear?
The star, the string, the crest?
Vain, froward child of empire say
Are all thy playthings snatch'd away
'Magentas.
POLITICAL.
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