the campaign; you are to-day abundantly provided. The magazines taken from our enemies are numerous. The artillery has arrived. The country has a right to expect great things of you. Will you justify its expectation? The greatest obstacles doubtless have already been surmounted; but you have yet battles to fight, towns to take, rivers to cross. Is there among you one whose courage begins to fail? Is there one who would prefer to return upon the summits of the Alps and Apennines to bear patiently the results of a slavish soldiery? No, there is none such among the victors of Montenotte, Millesimo, Diego, and Mondovi. You are all fired with the wish to bear afar the glory of the French people; you all desire to humiliate those proud kings who dared to think of putting us in fetters; you all wish to dictate a glorious peace which shall indemnify France for the immense sacrifices she has made. You all wish, on going back to your village homes, to be able to say with pride: "I was of the conquering army of Italy." WATERLOO. LORD BYRON. THERE was a sound of revelry by night, Music arose with its voluptuous swell Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again And all went merry as a marriage-bell: But hush hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! Did ye not hear it?-No; 'twas but the wind Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before, Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed, And near the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — -"The foe! They come! They come ! " Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, the day NAPOLEON! he hath come again-borne home a sea Which gathers its own wrecks perpetually, There, weapon spent and warrior spent may rest Dare trust Saturnus to lie down so near His bolts! And this he may: For, dispossessed Of any godship, lies the god-like arm — And yet... Napoleon! - the recovered name Look out upon the passing pageantry, The last of few spans by Napoleon. sooth! granted! Blood fell like dew beneath his sunrise And if they asked for rights, he made reply, "Ye have my glory!"—and so, drawing round them His ample purple, glorified and bound them In an embrace that seemed identity. He ruled them like a tyrant - true! but none I do not praise this man: the man was flawed - but since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have I think this nation's tears, poured thus together Grander than crownings, though a Pope bless all, I think this grave stronger than thrones: But whether The crowned Napoleon or the buried clay Be better, I discern not - Angels may. THE GUILLOTINE. CHARLES DICKENS. THE new era began; the King was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death declared for victory or death against the world in arms; the black flag waved night and day from the great tower of Notre Dame; three hundred thousand men, summoned to rise against the tyrants of the earth, rose from all the varying soils of France as if the dragon's teeth had been sown broadcast and had yielded fruit equally on hill and plain, on rock, in gravel, and in alluvial sand, under the bright sky of the South, and under the clouds of the North, in fell and forest, in the vineyards and the olive grounds, and among the cropped grass and the stubble of the corn, along the fruitful banks of the broad rivers and in the sand of the seashore. What private solicitude could rear itself against the deluge of the Year One of Liberty, -the deluge rising from below, not falling from above, and with the windows of heaven shut, not opened! There was no pause, no pity, no peace, no interval of relenting rest, no measurement of time. Though days and nights circled as regularly as when time was young, and the evening and the morning were the first day, other count of time there was none. Hold of it was lost in the raging fever of a nation as it is in the fever of one patient. Now, breaking the unnatural silence of a whole city, the executioner showed the people the head of the King -and now, it seemed almost in the |