THE

APOTHEOSIS

OF THE

FRENCH GENERAL HOCHE.

TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL, PRINTED IN THE REDACTEUR.

“THE Soul of the Hero arose from the Duft, and reclining upon the Tri-coloured Bow of Heaven, tuned his soft Lyre, while Myriads of Celestialts advanced to meet him, and joining the Melody of their Voices, chaunted in Chorus,

“He rifles! the Hero of the new Republic rifles to everlafting Honors! Render him Homage, ye brilliant Constellations of the Skies, for he has outphone your Illuminations, and lighted up a new Sun of Liberty! Render him Homage, O Earth, for his Sword has extirpated Oppression; he has led forth the Angel of Deftruction to burn up the Dwellings of the Wicked, and called out the little Loves to scatter Joy and Plenty over the Globe!—What Glory to the opaque Sphere, to have nourished in its Duft a Being so prepared for the Joys of Immortality!

“He rifles! the Hero of the new Republic rifles to everlafting Honors! Legions of martyr'd Heroes wait his Arrival; the enraptured Spirits of Roland and the poifon'd Condorcet, receive him with Rapture; and, with Louvet, (ftunk to Death in the Caufe of Truth,) Marat, Barbaroux, Potion, and all the innumerable Hoft of Revolutionary Saints, join to celebrate his Praifes, whom they have beheld afpire to every Virtue!

“He rifles! the Hero of the new Republic rifles to everlafting Honors! Receive him, ye Sons of Light! decollated Trunks of guillotin'd Martyrs, fpread your Palm Branches to hail his Welcome to the Confines of eternal Day! while Millions of amputated Heads charm his virtuous Ears with the Songs of Liberty!”

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