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 HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 % ^otm m Jfiijc (Cantos, 
 
 BY ARCHIBALD BELANEY. 
 
 " Curs'd is the man, and void of law and riglit, 
 Unworthy property, unworthy light. 
 Unfit for pulilic rule, or private care. 
 That wretch, that monster, who delights in war ; 
 AiVTiose lust is murder, and whose horrid joy. 
 To tear his country, and his l^ind destroy 1" 
 
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 LONDON : 
 ARTHUR HALL, VIRTUE, AND CO, 
 
 25, PATERNOSTER ROW. 
 1858.
 
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 TO 
 
 SIR ARCHIBALD ALISON, BART., 
 
 D.C.L., RR.S., &c. 
 
 Sir, 
 
 From your "History of Europe"' I first 
 conceived the idea of writing a poem on The 
 Hundred Days of Napoleon, and from the same 
 fertile source have I derived much of the infoi-ma- 
 tion necessary for so arduous an undertaking. I 
 feel, therefore, as if I were not only paying appro- 
 priate homage to the Great Historian of modern 
 times, but acquitting myself of a debt of sincere 
 gratitude in dedicating my Poem to you, whose 
 eloquent pen and glowing pages have so often 
 given inspiration to my Muse in the task I have 
 endeavoured to perform. 
 
 I remain. Sir, 
 
 Your much obliged. 
 
 Most obedient Servant, 
 
 ARCHIBALT) BELANEY. 
 
 7S57S3
 
 PRELUDE. 
 
 Thou, who with thy trident in thy hand, 
 And golden crown upon thy lofty brow, 
 Whose empire stretches over sea and land, 
 The mishtiest realm the world e'er saw till now ; 
 To whom remotest tribes and regions bow — 
 Not with the sullen terror of the slave. 
 For lov'd and honour' d, more than fear'd art thou- 
 Thy smile rewards the sufferings of the brave, 
 Who struggle for the Right by land or ocean wave ;— 
 
 A humble Bard, who long hath sought to raise, 
 In diapason worthy of her fame, 
 A song of triumph in Britannia's praise. 
 Would fain — and oh ! his boldness do not blame^ 
 Blend with his minstrelsy the fairest name 
 That ever graced a monarch's diadem ; 
 Whose gentle heart her noble acts proclaim ; 
 Who loves to cheer, but pities to condemn. 
 And is of her own crown herself the brightest gem. 
 
 Then, Royal Lady, with a patient ear, 
 deign to listen to the song I raise. 
 And let thy smile of approbation cheer 
 The Minstrel's spirit, as his tongue essays 
 To sing the story of the Hundred Days — 
 Fi-om Elba's flight to mighty Waterloo ; 
 While in the war-strife mingle gentler traits : 
 And never Poet inspiration di-ew 
 From a more glorious tlieme, or nobler Ustencr knew.
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 The scene of the following Poem opens in the Island of 
 Elba, with the escape of the fallen Emperor; and, tracing his brief 
 but stirring career from that event, and during the period known 
 as the Hundred Days, closes with his final overthrow on the 
 field of Waterloo. The theme is one which might well have 
 inspired higher poetical talents than mine; but such as my song 
 is, I offer it to the public, with the sincere hope that my feeble 
 elForts to describe, in poetical language, one of the most glorious 
 epochs and triumphant contests in the history of our country, 
 may be as kindly received as it is humbly offered. 
 
 Arising out of the Poem, but without in any way either inter- 
 fering with its action, or detracting from the general interest of 
 the story, I have introduced a short tale, meant to illustrate the 
 lawlessness of the period referred to, and the injustice practised 
 and injiu-ies suffered by individuals. The character of Count 
 Mom-and is intended as a personification of the half sceptical, but 
 heroic spirit of the French soldiery— that spirit which telieved 
 in nothing but its own unquenchable courage, and worshipped 
 nothing but military glory and the Emperor ; while in De Bai-rot 
 1 have endeavom-ed to portray a character scarcely less brave, 
 but without any of the redeeming qualities of Mourand — a man 
 who fought partly from a cruelty of disposition, and partly as a 
 means of carrying out his own objects. _^ 
 
 In the Fourth and Fifth Cantos one or two softer episodes 
 have been introduced, which, though only ideal, may readily be 
 imagined to have taken place imder the circumstances.
 
 THE 
 
 HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 6aitto |irst. 
 
 Wheu shouts of conquest rise upon the aii-, 
 And victory is echoed through the land, 
 How many a groan of anguish and despair, 
 From aged parent or from early friend. 
 With the proud hail of triumph oft doth blend ! 
 And what is glory to the widow'd wife. 
 With none herself and children to defend ? 
 She thinks but of her lov'd one slain in strife. 
 And curses him who caused such waste of human lile. 
 
 Nor think such imprecations are in vain : — 
 Woe to the man on whom such curses light ! 
 Heaven may, at times, permit awhile the reign 
 Of some ambitious tyrant, but when might
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 
 
 Is used but for oppression, and when right 
 Before despotic power is forced to bend. 
 And war and blood is his mad heart's delight, 
 Offended Justice will not long withstand 
 The retributive cries which mingling fill the land. 
 
 II. 
 
 Napoleon, smarting from defeat — 
 Huii'd from the high imperial seat 
 Whereon he'd sat for thrice five years, 
 Midst Eui-ope's slaughter, blood, and tears — 
 An exile from the land which he 
 
 Had ruled with such despotic sway, 
 Dwells gloomily amid the sea 
 
 Upon an island grey ; 
 Fallen from his pinnacle of pride, 
 
 Stripp'd of his power by adverse fate. 
 As if his fortune to deride, 
 
 In mockery of regal state. 
 He still retains the imperial name 
 For which he barter'd truth and fame — 
 Enslaved his own, and every land 
 Whose power could not his arms withstand, 
 And that his narrow spirit found 
 Relief in such an empty sound. 
 And deem'd that titles, power, and state, 
 Covdd e'er give honour to the great ; 
 Or pageantry and hollow show 
 Merit on evil deeds bestow !
 
 IHE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 III. 
 
 With bended knee upon the floor, 
 
 With Europe's map before him spread, 
 Oft would he long and earnest pore. 
 Till half the silent night had sped. 
 Where, on its well-known, varied space. 
 Past scenes of triumph he would trace ; 
 And then, all glowing at the sight, 
 Would conquest plan, and future fight ; 
 
 And, kindling more and more. 
 Would deem he saw on battle plain. 
 Vast armies join in strife again. 
 
 And heard the cannon's roar ; 
 TUl, in the magic of his thought. 
 And mth his feelings overwrought. 
 
 He saw their columns meet ; 
 Then, with flush'd cheek and flashing eye, 
 Shouting liis well-known battle-cry, 
 
 Spring startled to his feet, — 
 Surprised to find that all had been, 
 A flitting, unsubstantial scene ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thus had he mused throughout the day. 
 And midnight's hour had passed away. 
 
 Yet still Napoleon, 
 Wrapp'd in vast thought and purpose deep. 
 As if he had forgotten sleep. 
 
 Sat silent and alone ;
 
 THE hundked days of napoleon. 
 
 While by the night-lamp, round the room, — 
 Which only served to show the gloom, — • 
 
 A feeble light was thrown. 
 Worn out, at lengtli, with his own thought, 
 Relief from mental toil he sought 
 
 In slumber brief to find ; 
 And gradually o'er his soul 
 A lethargic sensation stole. 
 
 And lull'd his fever'd mind : — 
 Such is not sleep, though sleep it seem. 
 But a half-conscious, waking dream, 
 In which those things that while awake 
 Engaged the mind, wiU often take 
 Ideal shapes, and give to thought 
 Embodiment, and form to nought. 
 
 V. 
 
 Scarce had Napoleon closed his eyes. 
 When suddenly appear'd to rise, 
 A human form ; and yet it seem'd 
 A thing that few had human deem'd. 
 
 Though manhood's stamp it bore : 
 Pale was his visage, keen his eye, 
 Haughty his look, his bearing high, 
 
 And on his temples wore, — 
 Inscribed with "glory" and "renown," — 
 Of massive gold, a kingly crown ; 
 And was in regal splendour dress' d, 
 With diamond star upon his breast : —
 
 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 A naked sword was in one hand, 
 
 The other held a fiery brand ; 
 
 And, as if from a recent flood, 
 
 His feet and legs were red with blood. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Napoleon trembled at the sight. 
 In mix'd astonishment and fright, 
 
 And felt, like one who tries in vain 
 To break some wond'rous spell, which still. 
 Compels him, e'en against his wiU, 
 
 To gaze, and gaze again. 
 On something horrible to see, 
 VVTiich yet attracts mysteriously. 
 At length, while resting on his blade. 
 Thus soothingly the spirit said : — 
 
 " Fear not, thou son of Tame, 
 And cease thy wonder and alarm, 
 I come not here to do thee harm — 
 
 Ambition is my name ! 
 I am the god whom thou hast served. 
 Who oft thy weakening arm has nerved, — 
 And since from me thou ne'er hast swerved, 
 I'm come fresh courage to impart. 
 And cheer thy ahnost sinking heart. 
 
 VII. 
 
 " What ! can'st thou tamely here abide. 
 Surrounded by the ocean's tide.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Ou Elba's small, inglorious isle, 
 And die forgotten, in exile ? 
 Thou, at whose smile or angry look 
 Monarchs rejoiced, or trembling shook ; 
 Who kingdoms had at thy command. 
 And sceptres gave with liberal hand, — 
 And who dared thy behests withstand ? 
 Wilt thou, whose wrath the wide world feared, 
 Whose laws the trembling earth revered. 
 
 Thy fame for ever blot ? 
 Nor one more glorious venture try, 
 For empire, throne, and sovereignty, 
 But tamely live, ignobly die, 
 
 Scorned, pitied, or forgot ? 
 Arise ! and let proud England feel 
 The weight of thy revenging steel ! — 
 If England's power you can o'erthrow, 
 The world you gain with that same blow, 
 With which you lay her greatness low !" 
 So said, swift as a flash of light 
 The spirit vanished from his sight ; 
 And from his slumber, with a start. 
 He woke with agitated heart. 
 
 7III. 
 
 The chillv dawn had scarce begun, 
 Nor yet was seen the morning's sun,
 
 THE HUNDRED DAiS OF NAPOLEON. 7 
 
 When, rising from his sleepless bed, 
 Napoleon, with a hasty tread, 
 Hurried along, in anxious mood, 
 And seemed to wish for solitude ; 
 For still, resounding in his ear. 
 Ambition's words he seems to hear : — 
 " Arise ! and let proud England feel 
 The weight of thy revenging steel ! — 
 If England's power you can o'erthrow, 
 The world you gain with that same blow. 
 With which you lay her greatness low ! "* 
 
 IX. 
 
 He hurried on, nor did he stay 
 To look around, but bent liis way 
 
 * Napoleon's implacable hatred of England is so well known, that it is 
 almost unnecessary to quote anything in proof of it. His long-cherished 
 project of invading our island was, even in his youth, one of the great 
 moving principles of his life, as the following will show : — " The Paris- 
 ians are not mistaken," said he, at a private party of friends, a short 
 time before the expedition to Egypt, " it is indeed to humble that saucy 
 nation that we are arming. England ! If my voice has any influence, 
 never shall England have one hour's truce. Yes, yes I war with England 
 for ever, until its utter destruction." — Memoirs of Napoleon, his Court, 
 and Family, by the Duchess D'Abrantes, p. 157, vol. i. 
 
 " All who had an opportunity of closely studying the character of Napo- 
 leon, knew that the predominating desire of his mind was the liumiliation 
 of England. It was his constant object; and, during the fourteen years of 
 his power, when I was always able to observe his actions, and their motives, 
 I knew his determination to be firmly fixed upon affording to France the 
 glory of conquering a rival whom he never engaged on equal terms 
 and all his measures had reference to the same end." — Ibid, p. 477.
 
 THE HTJNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 To where a grey and rugged rock, 
 Unworn by time and tempest's shock, 
 Rears itself high above the wave. 
 Whose cooling waters round it lave ; 
 And sittmg do^vn upon a ledge 
 Upon the precipice's edge, 
 Look'd with a keen, attentive eye. 
 
 All round upon the sea, 
 Then where the west wave met the sky, 
 
 FLs.ed his glance steadily; 
 And said, while, for a moment's space, 
 A smile lit up his anxious face — 
 " And so, that English watch-dog's* gone : 
 
 Ere he return again, 
 He'U find the prison'd eagle flown 
 
 Back to his own domain ; 
 And, ere retaken, many a plain 
 Shall redden with his foeraen slain ! " 
 
 Now, rising o'er the ocean's breast, 
 The sun uprear'd his ruddy crest ; 
 
 * Sir Neil Campbell, the officer appointed by the British government 
 to watch over the safe keeping of Napoleon, had just gone to Leghorn 
 t(i consult with the British envoy there, Lord Burghersh, upon some 
 measures of greater security they proposed employing, when the object 
 of their anxiety escaped.
 
 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 The distant Alps first caught his beam, 
 And back retum'd the radiant gleam 
 
 That lighted on their snow ; 
 Its level rays then lustre gave 
 Unto the smooth and glist'niug wave 
 
 That softly rolled below : 
 When, swiftly bounding with the breeze, 
 Scarce furrowing the rippling seas, 
 A barklet, with the sea-bird's force. 
 Toward Elba held her arrowy course ; 
 It came so swift, and flew so liglit, 
 'Twas like a fleeting sunbeam bright. 
 
 XI. 
 
 The sparkling waves she bounded o'er. 
 And near'd ere long the islet's shore ; 
 And scarce her prow had touch'd the sand, 
 When from her sprung upon the strand 
 A man, whose sombre cloak and hood 
 Betokened monk or friar good ; 
 Yet, as he quickly forward trode. 
 Seeming fuU well to know his road, 
 With step so firm, and form so straight, 
 His scarcely seems a priestly gait ; 
 His dark moustache, and sunburnt cheek, 
 Of cloister walls seem-scarce to speak; 
 His fiery eye and martial mien 
 Appear but little used, I ween.
 
 10 THE nUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 To seek by penance, vigil, fast, 
 And prayer, to merit heaven at last. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Napoleon, from liis rocky seat, 
 Beheld the little bark so fleet 
 
 Skip o'er the glancing tide ; 
 And, as it swift approach'd the land. 
 Said to himself, " Snre, 'tis Mourand 
 
 That does yon vessel guide !" 
 Tlien, rising, hasten'd on to greet 
 The messenger with welcome meet. 
 
 Who he expected tidings bore 
 Which should decide his future fate, — 
 Whether the high, imperial state 
 
 He should assume once more ; 
 Or, self-consumed by his own fire, 
 Linger and fret till life expire. 
 But, as he saw upon the shore, 
 One who a priest's appearance bore, 
 
 He paused, and muttering said — 
 " This seems a priest ! — what do I care 
 For such intriguing, crafty ware ;^ 
 
 I do not Uke their trade." 
 
 XIII.. 
 
 Quickly to where Napoleon stood. 
 Watching his steps in dubious mood.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF XAPOLEOX 11 
 
 The priest approached, in glad surprise, 
 
 " Now, by the holyrood," 
 In sudden joy the Emperor cries, 
 " I scarcely can believe mine eyes ! 
 Thou, Count Mourand, in this disguise ! 
 
 Say, are thy tidings good ? 
 How with the army stands our cause ; 
 Or do they still reluctant pause ?" 
 " Sire," said Mourand, " the violet blue 
 Waves on ten thousand crests for you. 
 Ready to welcome to theii" shore 
 Their Chief and Emperor once more ! 
 
 You've only to advance ; 
 There 's not one soldier who would stand 
 Against thee with opposing hand 
 
 In all the hosts of France." 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " I thank thee, Mourand," said the Chief ; 
 " And now I hope the time is brief 
 When recompence more worthy thee 
 Shall pay thy services to me." 
 " I served thee. Sire, with right good-wUl," 
 He answer'd; "and I'll serve thee still." 
 Tlien, taking oiF his sable cloak, 
 He cast it from him o'er the rock ; 
 And, mocking, to the sea did toss 
 His ebon beads and ivory cross,
 
 12 TUK HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Sayiug, " Lie there, tliou priestly guise, 
 For I hate priests, and thee despise ! 
 I wore thee only to deceive. 
 
 As many others do ; 
 Thou'st served my need, and now I heave 
 Thee to the tide below." 
 And suddenly placed on his brow 
 A cap and plume, conceal'd till now. 
 
 XV. 
 
 A manly form he then display' d, 
 
 In military pomp array'd ; 
 
 He was above the common height, 
 
 With well-knit frame and stature straight ; 
 
 And in his dark and fiery eye 
 
 Elash'd forth a spirit bold and high ; 
 
 And, 'neath the dark moustache it bore. 
 
 His proud lip seem'd to curve the more. 
 
 That on his brow remain'd 
 A scar received amid the fray 
 On AustcrUtz' triumphant day. 
 
 And told of battle gain'd ; 
 IVhile, ensign of a warrior's crest, 
 A star of honour graced his breast. 
 A sword was buckled by his side. 
 Which foeman's blood had often dyed.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 13 
 
 XVI. 
 
 The Emperor, with hasty stride, 
 Walk'd on, with Mourand by his side, 
 And enter'd soon his palace hall, 
 Wherein are now assembled all 
 
 His followers and friends, 
 Who crowd the messenger to meet, 
 And him with kindliest welcome greet ; 
 
 And whUe they clasp his hands. 
 With looks of mingled hope and fear, 
 
 And many an anxious glance, 
 As if they almost dread to hear 
 
 The tidings brought from France, 
 With breathless expectation stand. 
 And briefly question thus Mourand : — 
 " What tidings ? has the violet 
 Appear'd amongst the soldiers yet?" 
 To which, while brighter beam his eyes 
 With joy's excitement, he replies : — 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " On twice five thousand warriors brave 
 The violet doth already wave ; 
 
 The army longs to see again 
 Its own great Chief upon the throne, — 
 Even France herself hath weary grown 
 
 Of her new Monarch's reign!"
 
 II' THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEOX. 
 
 " Her Monarch long he shall not be ! 
 And quickly shall the army see 
 Its Chief restored to power again. 
 And over France in glory reign !" 
 
 Thus cried Napoleon ; 
 While aU who heard him answer'd brief — 
 " Long live our great Imperial Chief ! 
 
 We'U follow ; lead us on ! " 
 " This night then, soon as it is dark, 
 Let all be ready to embark," 
 
 Napoleon said. "Nay, brother; nay !" 
 Cried Pauline, with a witching smile. 
 That might the sternest heart beguile ; 
 
 " Have you forgotten that to-day 
 You've promised that our friends shall sec 
 You dance a cotillion with me ?" 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 " Hush, Pauline ! can you trifle so ?" 
 The brother said, with dark'ning brow ; 
 " What ! would you, for a giddy dance. 
 Have me neglect the call of Erance !" 
 "Nay, be not angry, brother dear !" 
 Said Pauline, while a sudden tear 
 
 Glanced in her beaming eyes. 
 " Angry with thee, dear sister ! nay, 
 I cannot thus thy love repay," 
 
 Napoleon kindly cries ;
 
 THE HUKDB.KD DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 15 
 
 And instant, disappear' d all trace 
 
 Of sorrow from fair Pauline's face. 
 
 " Methinks, my Sire," thus spoke Mourand, 
 
 "The princess-has most wisely plann'd 
 
 With this intended ball ; 
 For while the busy dancers ply 
 With lightsome foot and laughing eye 
 
 Around the giddy hall, 
 Our little host may then, unraark'd. 
 With greater safety be embark' d ; 
 And who, but they who know oui- scheme, 
 Will ever for a moment deem. 
 That those who seem so gay and light 
 Are thinking of escape and flight ? 
 While, one by one, our friends may all 
 Unnoticed, early leave the liaU." 
 
 XIX. 
 
 "Now, by my faith," Napoleon cried, 
 " The ruse is good, and shall be tried. 
 Fouche himseK — that man of lies 
 And artifice— did ne'er devise 
 A better scheme to dupe his friends. 
 Or cheat his foes, for his own ends. 
 And now, since early is the day. 
 To pass a lagging hour away.
 
 16 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NArOLEOX. 
 
 Fain would 1 licur thee tell 
 That talc wliich I have heard of thee — " 
 Napoleon paused, for suddenly 
 
 Count Mourand's visage fell ; 
 As if those words had touch'd a string 
 That made his heart with anguish ring, 
 And woke in memory's dreary void 
 Deep thoughts of happiness destroy'd, 
 And sufferings which could never die — 
 
 Though they might slumber for a space,- 
 But in tlie mind corrosive lie, 
 Tin shatter'd reason sink or fly, 
 
 Or death's cold hand at once erase 
 The conscious madness and the grief 
 For which m life there's no relief; 
 Then, witli an effort to conceal 
 The pangs which time could never heal, 
 Count Mourand thus began his tale — 
 
 A tale of vengeance, love, and woe ; 
 His voice was like the autumn gale — 
 
 Now rismg high, nov/ sinking low. 
 
 XX. 
 
 COUNT MOURAND'S TALE. 
 
 " Beside the woody banks of Loire, 
 Where wild birds meet in summer choir,
 
 THE HUNDRED DATS OP NAPOLEON. 17 
 
 My father large estates possess'd — 
 Honour' cl, revered, by friends caress'd ; 
 
 His only child was I. 
 My mother died while I was young, 
 And the last words upon her tongue, 
 As to her dying breast I clung. 
 And o'er her couch my father hung 
 
 In speechless agony, 
 With all a mother's holy love, 
 Were wafted to the throne above — 
 That Heaven her widowed mate would bless, 
 And guard her infant, motherless ! 
 
 I was too young to sorrow long ; 
 Yet often did I wonder why 
 My father used to fix his eye 
 So long on me, then, turning, dry 
 
 The tear that in it hung. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 ' Time roll'd along ; and as it flew, 
 From childhood I to manhood grew. 
 One summer's evening in the wood 
 I mused along in solitude, 
 
 Scarce thinking were I stray'd ; 
 Drawn onward ia that peaceful hour 
 As if by some magnetic power. 
 Which seem'd o'er forest, sky, and flower, 
 
 Soul-soothing to pervade :
 
 18 THE IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 The leaves hung listless on the trees. 
 Scarce moved by the zephyr breeze, 
 
 Which softly through them play'd. 
 A magic silence reigu'd around ; 
 You could not hear a living sound, 
 
 Save when some warbler's note 
 Rose on the stillness of the scene, 
 And made the air, soft and serene, 
 
 With sweetest music float. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 " Behind the hills, far in the west, 
 The sun was sinking down to rest ; 
 I mark'd with mute admiring gaze. 
 The beauties of its waning rays. 
 Which as they faint and fainter grew, 
 Assumed a fairer, lovelier hue ; 
 When, sudden, from a female tongue 
 A shriek of terror wildly rung. 
 Startling the happy birds that sung. 
 In all the ecstasy of love. 
 Among the leafy boughs above. 
 I paused, and lo, with streaming hair. 
 Her dress all torn, and bosom bare, 
 With all the terror of despair, 
 
 A lady forward fled ; 
 Wliile, like a bloodhound on her track, 
 A negro, scarce ten paces back. 
 
 With savage swiftness sped.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 19 
 
 xxiir. 
 
 " I stood couceal'd behind a bush. 
 And saw her wildly onward rush. 
 While at each step as on she fled. 
 The negro nearer to her sped, — 
 So near, that grasping at her hair, 
 He raised a dagger in the air. 
 And grasp'd it fiercer, that the blow 
 Might surer pierce her breast of snow. 
 But while liis weapon hover'd there. 
 She, with a scream of wild despair. 
 Sunk senseless on the ground. 
 The negro, like a fiend of heU, 
 Utter'd a loud triumphant yell, 
 
 That echo'd all around. 
 As, bending down in savage mood, 
 He raised his hand to spiU her blood. 
 Another moment, and 'twas plain, 
 Unless some power his blow restrain, 
 That maiden ne'er would rise again. 
 
 xxrv". 
 
 " Like leopard bounding from his lair. 
 Like falcon darting through the air, 
 With every sinew clench'd and strung, 
 I on the base assassin sprung : 
 We fell, — we roll'd upon the ground, — 
 Each fiiercely clasp'd the other round.
 
 20 THE HTODKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 We struggled long, until, at length, 
 Exerting all my failing strength, 
 I seized his throat witliin my grasp, 
 And forced him soon to writhe and gasp, 
 TiU from his blood-stain'd, nerveless hand 
 His dagger dropp'd upon the sand; 
 And motionless and still he lay. 
 As if his sovl had passed away. 
 And his last breath of mortal life 
 Had left him in oui- deadly strife. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 " As if her spirit, too, had fled 
 The lady, like some fair flower dead. 
 
 Lay senseless on the ground ; 
 I o'er her knelt, — so sweet a face. 
 That beam'd with such angelic grace. 
 
 On earth I never found : 
 While gazing there, I felt a flame — 
 I scarcely need to tell its name — 
 
 I never knew till now ; 
 And as I knelt beside her there. 
 And press' d her hand, so scorch'd yet fair, 
 
 And kiss'd her lofty brow, 
 Methought, as the first kiss of love 
 I stole, her lips appear'd to move. 
 Breatliless I gazed ; at length perceived 
 Returning life her bosom heaved :
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 21 
 
 With opening eyes she wildly gazed, 
 As from the earth her head I raised ; 
 Like sleeper whom some horrid di'eam 
 Has waken' d, with a feeble scream. 
 She look'd at me, then glanced around 
 With doubt and fear, till on the ground 
 She saw her late pursuer lie, 
 In seeming lifelessness near by : 
 To consciousness waked by the sight, 
 She shook with terror and affright. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 ' I raised her gently up, and said — 
 ' Be not alarm' d, my lovely maid ; 
 
 He cannot harm you now.' 
 ' Oh, where am I ? ' she cried ; ' I seem 
 As if awakening from a dream : 
 
 And teU me, who art thou ? ' 
 ' A friend, who has just saved your life 
 From yonder base assassin's knife.' 
 ' Alas ! 'tis then no dream,' cried she ; 
 And sobb'd and trembled fearfully. 
 Essaying to dispel her fears, 
 I from her fair cheeks wiped the tears, 
 
 Which now began to flow. 
 And scarce could I mine own restrain. 
 As I beheld her bosom's pain. 
 
 And saw her looks of woe.
 
 22 THE HUNDRED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 " Upon a tree, ■which scem'd o'erthrown 
 By some rude blast, we then sat down ; 
 When, trembling still, she said, ' I fear 
 It is not safe to loiter here ; 
 And yet, before I can proceed. 
 My weary limbs do greatly need 
 A little rest, for long the way 
 And wild the path I've come this day.' 
 ' Fear not,' I said, ' from every strife. 
 Lady, I'll guard you with my life. 
 The cause of your pursuer's hate, 
 And source of your distress, relate.' 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 " ' Alas ! mine is a tale of woe ; 
 'Twill only grieve your heart to know. 
 I am an orphan,' she began, 
 "VVliile dowm her cheeks the tear-drops ran ; 
 ' My parents I did ne'er behold ; 
 My father, as I have been told. 
 
 One stormy winter's morn. 
 In Loire's proud, foaming stream was drown'd. 
 And on its fatal margin found, 
 
 Two days ere I was born : 
 The hour in which I first drew breath 
 Was that, too, of my mother's death ! '
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OE NAPOLEON. 23 
 
 She, weeping, paused. ' Au uncle took 
 Charge of my home ; he could not brook, 
 He said, that I, of parents reft, 
 Without a guardian should be left. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 ' ' He was a man of gloomy mood, 
 
   And held no friendship with his kind ; 
 Oft would he sit and darkly brood. 
 As if some deed of crime or blood 
 
 Rose in his troubled mind : 
 He spoke to few, and no one e'er 
 His purpose knew, or seem'd to share 
 The secrets of his bosom, save 
 A negro, who had been his slave, 
 And brought by him from farthest Ind, 
 And who was now his only friend. 
 Toreboding was that negro's eye, — 
 
 Tsone dared to rouse his wrath ; 
 As coo-doves from the ravens fly, 
 All fear'd and shunn'd his path. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 ■' ' Near twice ten years have o'er me pass'd, 
 And each unhappier than the last ; 
 For every day but added more 
 To that which I already bore 
 
 Of cruelty and woe. 
 My presence he seem'd scarce to brook.
 
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 ;\.ud often would my guardian's look — 
 As 'neatli liis lowering scowl I shook — 
 
 Still dark and darker grow ; 
 And if, perchance, our eyes did meet. 
 The colour from his face would fleet. 
 And he, pale as a winding-sheet. 
 With quivering lip, would drop his eyes. 
 While fiercer scowls of hate would rise ; 
 Or, his dark thought to hide, assume 
 A sudden cause to leave the room. 
 I knew not why, but deem'd it strange 
 That thus for me his looks should change. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 " ' As time dragg'd on its weary course. 
 He shunn'd me more, and used me worse ; 
 CompeU'd me among serfs to toil. 
 And cultivate for bread the soil; 
 And labour wearily upon 
 The lands wliich were by right mine own : 
 Without one friend to love or trust. 
 Or free me from my lot unjust. 
 Save one poor, humble peasant, who 
 My wrongs and sufferings well knew, 
 Eut yet his sympathy conceal'd 
 Erom every eye, lest, if revcal'd 
 Even to myself, it might have brouglit 
 His plans for my release to nought.
 
 THE HTTNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 25 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 ' ' But wliile beneath the scorching ray 
 Of the meridian sun this day 
 
 I labour'd all alone, 
 Knowins; that none would then be near 
 To watch us, or our speech to hear, — 
 For all were wont, at noontide hour. 
 To shun the full sun's burning power. 
 
 Which all unclouded shone, — 
 Pierre — such was the peasant's name — 
 To me with cautious footstep came. 
 And said his heart within hira burn'd 
 To see me wrong' d, insulted, scorn'd. 
 And that I should be forced to toil 
 Like some poor slave : his blood did boil 
 To see his noble master's child 
 So cruelly of her right beguil'd. 
 " Even now your imcle plans your death, — 
 Nay, start not ; may I lose my breath 
 
 If what I say 's not true ! 
 This morning T o'erheard him say 
 Thus to his slave — ' As soon as day 
 
 Has given to night its due, 
 I '11 send her out on some pretence, 
 So be you ready — with her hence ; 
 You know the rest — the Loire is deep ; — 
 Nay, tremble not, for you must keep
 
 26 . THE irUXDRED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 The promise you have made. 
 Tor while she lives, methinks her eye 
 Doth look on me reproachfully, 
 And minds me of that fatal night 
 Tioire hid her father from my sight !' 
 The rest he could not hear aright — 
 
 It was so softly said. 
 The negro said, ' Will nought else do ?' 
 ' No, villain, she must perish too !' 
 
 He cried, and shook his blade : 
 ' A.nd if you fail, — mark well my word, — 
 In your vile heart I '11 sheathe my sword.' 
 ' You need not fear,' replied the slave, 
 ' Loire's waters soon shall be her grave.' " 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 " ' Pierre !' I cried, ' where can I 
 For safety seek, or succour fly ?' 
 Pierre, who scarce with grief could speak. 
 Said, while a tear roU'd down his cheek, 
 " Toward Poitiers, near two hours ago, 
 I saw your uncle riding slow, 
 And as he left, I heard him teU 
 The negro spy to watch you well. 
 For business of importance might 
 Keep him from reaching home till night ; 
 Your only ho])e is, then, to fly. 
 For, staying here, this night you die :
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 27 
 
 But think not you alone sliall gc 
 Pierre will never leave you so ; 
 Then haste, in yonder wood I '11 stay 
 To guide and guard you on your way : 
 An hour's delay may seal your fate, 
 Then fly before it is too late. 
 These forests will conceal our flight, 
 And hide us from pursuer's sight : 
 And soon I hope, from danger free, 
 My master's lovely child to see." 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 ' ' Fearful lest preparation might 
 Create suspicion of our flight, 
 I hasten' d stealthily to where 
 I was to meet the good Pierre, 
 And found him, anxious, waiting there ; 
 And entering deeper in the wood. 
 Our flight with beating hearts pursued. 
 Nearly three leagues we had passed o'er, 
 And onward still full swiftly bore. 
 When suddenly a furious yell 
 Arose behind us, like a knell, 
 Swift foUow'd by the rustling sound 
 Of footsteps on the leafy ground, 
 "Which, as they fell upon my ear, 
 ChiU'd my weak, sinking heart with fear. 
 In vain each limb and nerve we strain' d — 
 The footsteps fast upon us gained ;
 
 28 , THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 We felt 'twas fruitless all to try 
 
 From our pursuer's speed to fly, 
 
 And breathless paused. how I shook 
 
 With terror, as I saw the look 
 
 Of rage with which the negro came. 
 
 And mark'd his dark eye's vengeful flame, 
 
 As, fiercely drawing forth his blade. 
 
 He, with exulting fury, said, 
 
 " Ha ! I have caught you then ! you see 
 
 How useless 'tis to fly from me ! 
 
 How dare you from your guardian's home 
 
 Withoiit his leave attempt to roam ? 
 
 Go, get you back ! " he fiercer cried ; 
 
 " 'Twere better that you had not tried 
 
 To fly with this old dotard, who 
 
 Ere long his treachery shall rue." 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 " ' Pierre replied — " Your threats I scorn ; 
 With you she never shall return. 
 I know the murderous hands too well 
 By which her noble father fell ; 
 And more, too — that the Loire's deep wave 
 You've sworn this night shall be her grave !" 
 More hideous still the negro seem'd 
 Wlule thus ia frantic wrath he scream' d, 
 " Thus will I pay you for each word ! " — 
 Shaking aloft his glittering sword.
 
 THE HtJNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 ' Hold, hold!' I cried, 'your fury stay- 
 He only does my wiU obey. 
 X left— but what is that to thee— 
 The home, that was no home to me. 
 Go, get you back, for rather I, 
 Than turn with you, ten deaths would die.' 
 "Then have your wish !" and, as he spoke, 
 Aim'd at my breast a deadly stroke. 
 Which would have pierced me to the heart 
 Had not Pierre, with sudden dart. 
 
 The dagger turn'd aside ; 
 And, ere his blow lie could renew. 
 Between me and the negro flew, — 
 
 While eagerly he cried. 
 Seizing his high uplifted arm— 
 " Hold, villain, hold ! you shall not harm 
 This lady, while within my veins 
 One living drop of blood remains." 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 " ' But scarce Pierre these words had breathed, 
 When, by the negro's left hand sent, 
 A dagger in his breast was sheathed. 
 
 While spouted from the mortal rent, 
 The blood that flow'd within his vein, 
 Which soon should never flow again. 
 He gave a shudder, reel'd around, 
 And with him fell upon the ground, 
 
 29
 
 30   THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 His murderer — for, with dying clasp, 
 He still rctain'd his desperate grasp 
 
 Upon the negro's arm. 
 "Fly, Marian— fly!" 'twas thus he cried— 
 " Fly, Marian, or in vain I 've died 
 
 To shelter you from harm. 
 FoUow this path— 'twill lead you to 
 The Chateau of the Belle- Boise-Vue; 
 There tell your history to Mourand, 
 Ask aid and succour from his hand : 
 He has the power — I know he will 
 All that you ask of liim fulfil. 
 The daughter of his early friend 
 From every foe he will defend. 
 I'll hold this villain here while I 
 Have life — away, my death is nigh !" 
 I was unwilling stiU to fly, 
 And leave him thus aloue to die, 
 When, chiding, he exclaim'd again, 
 "Fly, Marian, or I die in vain !" 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 " ' Once more, inspired by fear, I fled, 
 And from my dread pursuer sped — 
 Who tugg'd and strain'd with furious rage 
 His victim's grasp to disengage. 
 But still he held him fast : 
 So firmly clasp'd were Pierre's hands.
 
 THE HTINDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 31 
 
 They seemed like clenched iron bands, 
 Though he had breathed his last. 
 Well knowing that one moment lost 
 In slacken'd speed ray Life might cost, 
 I onward fled, like some tu-ed deer, 
 That knows the hounds are swift and near. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 ' ' I dared not pause, though sick mth dread, 
 With flagging step still on I fled ; 
 Till, breathless with fatigue, at length 
 My trembling limbs had scarcely strength 
 
 To bear me further on ; 
 Weary and faint, with giddy brain, 
 I pausing look'd around me, fain 
 
 Some spot to rest upon 
 Would have discover'd, when again 
 I saw the negro, stain'd with blood. 
 Swiftly approaching where I stood. 
 
 With horror and despair 
 I wildly shriek'd, and turu'd to fly, — 
 But 'twas not that I fear'd to die, 
 
 For death to me was ne'er 
 A source of dread ; but to have seen 
 That monster's fierce, exulting spleen. 
 While he perchance some deed had wrought 
 To which the loss of life were nought. 
 Had given a poignancy to death, 
 Which scarce had died with parting brealli.
 
 32 TUE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 What follow'd more I scarce can tell, 
 For like a wild and horrid dream, 
 Remeniber'd indistinctly, seem 
 
 What afterward befell ; 
 Uutd, as consciousness return' d, 
 My sad condition I discern'd, 
 And how, in almost hopeless strife. 
 You saved a helpless orphan's life.' 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 " She ceased, while o'er her features spread 
 A mantling flush of deeper red : 
 And oh, the sweetness of that face 
 Where grief had found a resting-place. 
 As timid, trustfully, and weak. 
 
 She raised her deep, dark eyes to mine. 
 While still upon her lovely cheek 
 
 A tear-drop like a pearl did shine. 
 ' Lady,' I said, ' if I'm too bold, 
 Forgive me ;' while with tender hold 
 Her half reluctant hand I press'd 
 With fervoui- to my beating breast. 
 ' Mourand, dear lady, is my name. 
 And that protection which you claim 
 Is mine to give, — and no one e'er. 
 You from De Mourand's home shall bear. 
 Where, free from danger, you may rest 
 Until your wrongs have been redress'd.
 
 THE HUNDRED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 33 
 
 XL. 
 
 " By this, the sun's last gilding ray, 
 To darker shade had given way. 
 And sable night began again 
 To assert bis once unchanging reign. 
 We rose, and as we pass'd the spot, 
 I thought to see the negro dead ; 
 We look'd around, but found him not, 
 Por he had disappear' d, and fled. 
 With quicken'd pace I forward went, 
 While on my arm the lady lent ; 
 And as she closer to me press'd, 
 I felt the beatiug of her breast. 
 And, to allay her fear, display'd 
 Within my hand the negro's blade. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 " We hasten'd on, but still 'twas late 
 Ere we approach'd the chateau-gate. 
 And for a space our road lay through 
 A dark and gloomy avenue, 
 O'ercanopied with sombre yew. 
 
 Through which the moonbeams shone. 
 And seem'd fantastic forms of light 
 Disporting in the silent night, 
 
 All soimdless and alone. 
 The screech-owl gave iU-boding sound, 
 As, ambient, it flew around ; 
 
 D
 
 3i • THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 The watcli-do<? bay'd with doleful noise, — 
 
 A raven, with portentous voice, 
 
 Like evil spirit, on an oak 
 
 Sat muttering his malefic croak. 
 
 But evil spii'it or portent 
 
 I heeded not, but forward went, 
 
 And scarce had mark'd them had e'en hosts 
 
 Before me stood of fiends or ghosts ! 
 
 One thought alone my mind possess'd 
 
 And sweU'd tumultuous in my breast, — 
 
 And need I say 'twas love ? 
 But not such love as theirs who sigh 
 < With fulsome fondness for a day. 
 And find ere one swift moon goes by 
 Their passion too has pass'd away ; 
 Or to another mistress prove 
 How transitory is the flame 
 That bears, but scarce deserves the name. 
 No ; mine was passion's self refined, 
 Enchaining all — soul, sense, and mind. 
 Becoming even of the heart 
 A vital and essential part : 
 Such love as even in parting breath 
 Yields not before the face of death, 
 But, soaring upward to tlie skies, 
 Like a proud eagle onward flies.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAIS OF NAP.OLEON. '45 
 
 XLII. 
 
 " Such is the power of beauty's smile 
 That even age it can beguile 
 Of settled thought ; my father's face 
 Was lit with joy to see the grace 
 
 And loveliness combined, 
 Heflecting like a mirror true. 
 Of Marian's everv thought the hue. 
 
 And nobleness of mind. 
 His heart was moved at her distress, — 
 He loved her for her loveliness. 
 Not less than for the love he bore 
 Her honour'd sire long years before. 
 I loved her too ; no words can tell 
 How much I loved! — but wherefore dwell 
 On themes which even now impart 
 An almost madness to my heart : 
 Enough, I did not love in vain. 
 But truly was beloved again. 
 I deem'd the day that made her mine 
 
 The happiest ui my life — 
 That she, a being so divme. 
 By sacred rite and holy sign, 
 Had knelt with me before the shrine. 
 
 And risen from thence my wife. 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 " The feast was o'er, and every guest 
 Made time fly swift with song and jiist.
 
 3(5 ' THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And quaff 'd the joy -inspiring bowl, — 
 Nought caring for the furious howl 
 Of wintry winds that raged around, 
 Joy reigned within with louder sound. 
 'Twas midnight's hour when at the door 
 A knocking rose above the roar 
 Of storms without and mirth within : 
 Louder and louder grew the din. 
 And when it ceased, a wi-athful voice 
 Was heard above the tempest's noise, 
 Demanding instantly to be 
 Admitted to our company, 
 Or vengeance quickly should repay 
 The slightest hindrance or delay. 
 ' Ha ! ha ! ' he, mocking, cried ; ' I fear 
 I must distm'b your bridal cheer. 
 
 But open quickly, for I'm come, 
 The guardian of that silly maid, 
 Whom you abducted and betray'd, 
 
 To take her to her home.' 
 
 XLIV. 
 
   ' That shall you never do !' I cried ; 
 ' This day, before the holy shrine, 
 She 's joined her earthly fate with mine, 
 And death alone shall us divide. 
 She left her home — by right her own. 
 Where misery only she had known —
 
 THE HU]!fDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 37 
 
 She fled, her threaten'd life to save 
 From death, and from a watery grave ! 
 Your power and wrath alike I scorn, 
 With you she never shall return ! ' 
 Scarce had I said when came a band. 
 Each with a fiery torch in hand. 
 Which on the darkness cast a glare. 
 And showed twice fifty ruffians there. 
 
 Prepared for desperate deed : 
 Obedient to my father's call. 
 Our servants, counting ten in all. 
 Full quickly join'd us iu the hall. 
 
 Ready to fight or bleed. 
 Our guests, all panic-struck with fright. 
 Had safety sought in silent flight. 
 
 XLV. 
 
 " Soon, with a loud triumphant roar, 
 The assailants forced the outer door, 
 Ajid in o'erwhelmiug numbers rush'd — 
 The foremost by the hindmost push'd : 
 Fiercely they struggled, but iu ^ain, 
 One step witliin the porch to gain, 
 Until our servants all were slain. 
 Yet stiU mine and my father's hand 
 Long kept at bay the murd'rous band. 
 For with each swift descending blow 
 Down fell in death a bleeding foe.
 
 ;i8 • THE UUNDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Then for a space, as if iu doubt, 
 
 The assailants seeni'd to pause without 
 
 In silence ; and the tempest too, 
 
 Which late so wildly onward flew, 
 
 As if with howling out of breath, 
 
 Paused sudden by the scene of death ; 
 
 But soon again with wilder roar 
 
 Burst forth more furious than before, 
 
 And fiercer, louder, over aU, 
 
 We heard the ruthless leader call — 
 
 ' Quick with a torcli ! we'll let them feel, 
 
 Alike the power of fire and steel ! 
 
 And hark ! with high reward I'll pay 
 
 The man whose hand shall Marian slay !' 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 " To execute this murderous deed 
 The rufiians flew with savage speed ; 
 With glaring torches on they came, 
 And soon the house was wrapp'd in flame. 
 I heard a scream, and springing round, 
 Saw Marian with a ghastly wound 
 
 Lie sweltering in her blood ! 
 And o'er her, with reeking spear, 
 Red with the blood of her so dear, 
 
 The fiend-like negro stood ! 
 AU else iu frenzied love forgot, 
 I sprang, and kill'd him on the spot ;
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 39 
 
 My sword liis villain heart transfii'd ; 
 And as I drew it back, his blood 
 Gush'd gnrgling forth, a reeking flood. 
 
 And which with Marian's soon had uiix'd, 
 But suddenly the torrent stay'd. 
 And curdlmg stopp'd, as if afraid 
 To perpetrate such foul pollution 
 As mix with her's, — heavens ! absolution, 
 So holy she, her blood had given, 
 And, saved from hell, sent him to heaven ! 
 
 XLTII. 
 
 And there she lay bereft of breath, 
 Lovely, though in the sleep of death ! 
 Still flush'd with beauty was her cheek, 
 Serene as heaven, divinely meek ! 
 She seem'd not dead, and yet too well 
 Her silent pulse of death did tell. 
 Yes, though a heavenly halo shone 
 Within her face, her soul had flown ! 
 Yes, she was dead ! and with her died, 
 
 In me all joy and love ; 
 The spirit of my virgin bride 
 Had wing'd its way above ! 
 A shout, a falling sound, a groan, 
 
 Roused me from madd'ning mood, 
 I recollected that, alone, 
 My father fighting stood :
 
 40 • THE IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And, instant turning toward the door. 
 There hiy he stretch'd upon the floor. 
 His silvery locks all stain'd with gore. 
 And swiftly streaming from his side. 
 His life's-blood flow'd in reeking tide ; 
 And as I gently raised his head. 
 Ere yet the spark of life had fled. 
 He tried to press my hand, and said : — 
 ' Farewell, my sou, my death is nigh. 
 Accept this sword before I die ; 
 
 Tor oft in danger's hour 
 It served me well, — in battle strife 
 Full often hath it saved my life ; 
 'Tis my last gift, and, for my sake. 
 The life of direst foe ne'er take 
 When he, nor can resistance make, 
 
 Disarm'd is in thy power : 
 For mercy is the brightest gem. 
 That shines iii victor's diadem. 
 I leave thee, — more I cannot teU— 
 Preserve thy life, my son, farewell ! ' 
 
 He ceased, and closed his eyes. 
 And calm as when on downy bed 
 One sleeps, his noble spirit fled 
 
 To regions in the skies ! 
 I call'd him, but no limb he moved, 
 Nor answer gave : ' Now, all I loved 
 For ever 's lost,' I cried, ' and why 
 Should I, like one afraid to die.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 41 
 
 Still lingering cling to life, 
 When nouglit worth life to me is left, — 
 Of all I ever lov'd bereft, 
 
 Of parent and of wife !' 
 
 XLVIII. 
 
 • But for my father's dying word, 
 I would have died upon my sword, — 
 
 ' Then for revenge alone 
 I'll live ! ' I cried, sprang to my feet, 
 Rush'd out revenge or death to meet, — 
 
 But all my foes were gone : 
 They, like vile treacherous beasts of prey. 
 Had tied as the first dawning ray 
 
 Of opening morn was seen ; 
 Not one remain' d, and even then- slain 
 They with them took ; pursuit was vain : 
 I turn'd back to the halls again 
 
 Which erst my home had been ; 
 But now, alas ! no home for me ! 
 For in them, all careertngly, 
 
 Triumphant raged the flame — 
 From room to room it re veil' d on, 
 The turret-roof like lightning shone. 
 The volumed smoke, with eddying rush, 
 The crackling sound, and heavier crush, 
 
 The havoc did proclaun.
 
 42 . THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 " My lifeless parent, and my bride, 
 I carried out, and side by side 
 
 Laid 'neath an aged tree, 
 Where oft, in childhood, I had play'd 
 In sultry hour beneath its shade. 
 Or watch'd, upon the sloping glade. 
 
 The deer sport merrily. 
 The fierce borcan blast had ceased. 
 And slowly rising in the east, 
 
 The sun his beams display' d, — 
 But ne'er that dawning shall I see 
 That aught of joy can give to me 
 
 While vengeance is delay'd. 
 I gazed with anguish on those forms 
 So dear to me, on which the worms 
 
 Ere now have often fed. 
 Short now's my tale : — With soul on fire. 
 And heart intent on vengeance dire, 
 
 I left my natal spot. 
 And to the murd'rer's castle sped, 
 Nursing revenge ; but he had fled, — 
 
 And whith'ir, no one wot. 
 
 L. 
 
 " Long, long I sought him, but in vain, 
 And long no trace of him could gain :
 
 THE HTJNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 48 
 
 At length to me 'twas told, 
 That he had join'd his country's foes, 
 And him full many a warrior knows 
 
 For martial deed and bold. 
 'Twas said that few whoe'er iii fight 
 Met him, but backward shrunk in fright,— 
 So fierce his look and fell his might, — 
 
 Or dared Ids power defy. 
 Thinking that we perchance might meet 
 In strife, where I in vengeance sweet 
 Should feast my soul, or at his feet 
 
 My curses breathe, and die, 
 I join'd thy legions : long I fought. 
 And him in every phalanx sought 
 
 Of foes on battle plain, — 
 Mid southern heat and northern snow. 
 With hate unchanged, in every foe 
 
 T sought him, — but in vain. 
 Already, Sire, the rest you know, — 
 For what I am to you I owe ; 
 'Twas you who deign'd my skill to praise. 
 And me to fame and honour raise ; 
 And come what may, this sword and hand 
 Shall ever be at your command." 
 
 lii. 
 
 Count Mourand ceased, — his tale was done, 
 His griefs were told, his wrongs made known :
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 All silent sat, — uor rose a sound 
 From aU the listening tln-ong around. 
 Save when a sigh the stillness broke. 
 And m each breast an echo woke. 
 A tear dimm'd many a warrior's eye, 
 And stain'd the cheek of maiden shy ; 
 Even he, the Chief, who oft had seen. 
 With icy eye, in battle keen, 
 Thousands on thousands hcap'd in death. 
 Convulsed and mangled, gasp for breath, 
 And mark'd, unmoved, his truest's blood 
 Inundate earth with reeking flood — 
 Even he, Mourand's sad tale to hear, 
 Let fall a sympathetic tear, — 
 But only one, — for soon his eye 
 Beam'd with its wonted brilliancy ; 
 And, rising up, approach'd Mourand, 
 Thus saying, while he press'd his hand — 
 " My noble friend, you know mine eyes 
 
 Are little wont with tears to flow. 
 But scarcely can I check their rise 
 
 To hear your tale of woe ! 
 I 've armies, crown, and kingdom lost. 
 Yet they a tear did never cost. 
 But your deep suffeiings impart 
 A softenmg sorrow to my heart. 
 Deem me your friend ; — nay, no reply,— 
 I read your answer in your eye."
 
 THE HUNDEED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 45 
 
 And, turning to the assembly said — 
 
 " Methinks we've long enough delay'd : 
 
 Come, friends, now for the dance prepare ; 
 
 Our time is brief, — I'll meet you there. 
 
 In readiness again to try 
 
 My star of future destiny ; — 
 
 And if the fates propitious be, 
 
 This night, once more, we shall be free ! 
 
 Already heaven is on our side, — 
 
 For that proud war-ship, which did ride. 
 
 Watching our movements, even this day 
 
 Has spread her sails and steer'd away." 
 
 So said, Napoleon, with a smile, 
 
 Left his glad followers awhile. 
 
 Who now amongst themselves began 
 
 To canvass o'er the purposed plan 
 
 By which, ere long, they hoped to stand 
 
 Unchallenged in their native land. 
 
 END OF CANTO THE FIRST.
 
 Cantff Scconlj. 
 
 What ho, my Muse ! art ready yet 
 On our prospective toil to set ? 
 Come, tlieu, and teach my soul to sing, 
 And how to soar on fancy's wing. 
 Till, high above each earthly ill. 
 That doth my heart with sadness fiU, 
 I revel in that reahn of bHss — 
 The heaven of forgetfulness. 
 
 II. 
 
 The sun had set, and day was gone. 
 In brilliant haU the dance went on. 
 And there the beauteous Pauline shone 
 
 With fascinating pow'r : 
 Her breast half seen and half conceal'd, 
 Her charms haK hid and half reveal' d. 
 And few but he whose heart is steel'd 
 
 With disapjtointment sour,
 
 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 47 
 
 Can see, and wish not in his arms 
 To clasp those love-inspiring charms, 
 
 That tempt yet awe the soul ; 
 And weU, I ween, she knew each art 
 That pleases and enslaves the heart ; 
 And how, and when, to show each grace,— 
 The swelling breast, and smiling face, 
 The sidelong glance, or, for a space, 
 
 Assume a playfid scowl. 
 
 III. 
 
 Yet she inspired not that love, 
 That holy flame from heaven above, 
 
 Wliich captivates the mind, 
 Which, founded on esteem, will glow 
 With cheering beam in darkest woe. 
 And to the tortur'd heart can show 
 Still one sweet tie on earth below. 
 
 When nought remains behind, 
 To light us on amid the strife. 
 And miseries of human life. 
 No, she inspired that transient flame 
 By passion raised, of dubious name. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Perchance 'twas well that Mourand's heart 
 Was proof against all female art, 
 Or he might have received a smart
 
 48   THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Prom her impassiou'd eyes : 
 But all her skill was tried in vain, 
 He scarce conceal'd that cold disdain 
 
 Which Cupid's power defies. 
 The image of his long-lost bride 
 Left iu his heart no room beside 
 Eor other's love to nestle there, 
 Or with her loveliness compare ! 
 The Emperor — he, too, was there, 
 And, lightsome, seemed in mirth to share ; 
 But soon he and his faithful few 
 Singly, by seeming chance, withdrew 
 
 Erom midst that scene so fair. 
 And hasten'd to the port where lay 
 
 The little fleet prepar'd to bear 
 The smaU but gallant band away, 
 With which the Chief design'd once more 
 To seize the crown another wore. 
 And hurl a monarch from the throne 
 Himself so lately sat upon. 
 
 The breeze was stiff, the night was dark. 
 Short time sufficed them to embark ; 
 Eor Cambronne's energy and skill 
 Eound aid iu every soldier's will. 
 Four hundred warriors, tried and true, 
 Of the Imperial Guard, —
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 49 
 
 Than whom ne'er braver heroes drew 
 
 In battle-field the sword, 
 And who their mighty cluef adored, — 
 Already had been placed aboard. 
 When, with a small but trusty baud, 
 'Mongst which were Drouet and Mouraud, 
 And ever-faithful, brave Bertrand, 
 Napoleon join'd the anxious crew. 
 And on at once the vessel flew. 
 rive ships of even smaller build, 
 With infantry and horsemen filled, 
 As if impatient of delay. 
 Their cables slipp'd and bore away, 
 Soon as the cannon's signal sound 
 Amid the darkness echo'd round ; 
 Squared was each yard, set every sail. 
 And, bounding on before the gale. 
 They quickly gain'd the open sea. 
 Unseen and unsuspected, free ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 O England, thou shalt dearly rue 
 
 Thy careless watching ! — justly, too. 
 
 Thinkst thou, once chased from peaceful plain, 
 
 The wolf will not return again ? 
 
 Deem'st thou, when scared, the vulture grey 
 
 Will not return in blood to prey ? 
 
 E
 
 50 THE IIUNDIIED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 
 
 Or, that the tiger thou hast ta'en 
 His havoc wont renew again, 
 Unless confln'd in cage or chain ? 
 Deluded nation ! though 'tis stern, 
 A different lesson thou must learn. 
 And thou, high prince, of generous hearl , 
 Who took the fallen monarch's part. 
 And pleaded for the man thou loved 
 So warmly once, thougli false he proved. 
 And even tried, with impious hand 
 To ruin thee, yet stood his fiiend ; — 
 Aye, noble pi'ince ! thou wert indeed 
 A friend to him in time of need ! 
 Nor vainly didst thou intercede ; 
 Tor, but for thee, he would have been 
 Sent to some distant isle, I ween, 
 And Europe never more had seen : 
 But now thou, hast a pang to feel, 
 Keen as the edge of foeman's steel. 
 To find thou art again deceived 
 By him whose oath thy heart believed.* 
 
 VII. 
 
 And Austria, tliou, whose hoUow pride 
 Thou coverest with a lion's hide, — 
 
 * Perhaps it is unnecessary to inform the reader that this alludes to the 
 Emperor Alexander of Russia, whose noble and romantic spirit was only 
 equalled by his great talents and attainments.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 5] 
 
 Methiiiks a calf-skin were more fit 
 Upon thy worthless back to sit !* 
 Yet, well dost thou upon thy back 
 A covering want from foe's attack. 
 For, shame on thee ! in battle keen 
 Far oftener than thy front 'tis seen ! 
 For ever wavering, ne'er decided, 
 By fear or vain presumption guided. 
 Well dost thou merit all the woes 
 Inflicted by triumphant foes ; 
 Thou who, with loathsome meanness, strove 
 To purchase witli thy daughter's love 
 The friendship of a tyrant thou 
 Didst hate, yet fear'd to make thy foe ; 
 And, servile, crouching, lick'd the hand 
 That chastised thee, and spoil' d thy land. 
 And yet, there is a glorious name 
 Whom even thou, as son, dost claim, 
 "VVTiose glory almost gilds thy shame ; 
 For nobler warrior never breathed. 
 Or braver hero sword unsheathed. 
 Than he, who, in fierce Essling's fight 
 Was foU'd by overwhelming might. f 
 
 * "|Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame, 
 
 And hang a calf-skin on those recreant limbs.'' — King John, Act iii. 
 
 t When Napoleon heard that the Archdulie Charles was appointed to 
 the command of the Austrian army which opposed him, he is said to 
 have remarked that — " Tlie Austrians have previously sent an army 
 without a general, but they now send a general without an army." No 
 small compliment from one who generally talked so liglitly of the talents 
 of his enemies.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON, 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And thou, unhappy country ! when 
 Shalt thou find rest from tyrant men ? 
 When shall thy woes and troubles cease, 
 And thou again repose in peace ? 
 Is not the bitter cup yet fuU 
 Which thou must quaff man's wrath to cool ? 
 Blood win have blood ! and for that blood 
 Which thou hast shed in reeking flood. 
 Justice doth still for vengeance caU : — 
 Alas ! misruled, unhappy Gaul ! 
 Alas ! that such fair land as thine. 
 Where nature's blessings all combine — 
 For natm-e's God, with liberal baud, 
 Has spread his bounties o'er thy land : 
 Few countries can compare with thee 
 In beauty, riches, clime ; and, see 
 With what luxuriant fruit the vine, 
 By nature nursed, prepares thy wine ; 
 Thou art adorn' d, like garden bower. 
 With every fair and lovely flower ; 
 With hundred-fold thy teeming soil 
 Rewards the labourers scanty toil. 
 
 And did thy sons use half the care 
 To live in harmony and peace. 
 They take thy quarrels to increase, 
 
 France ! how different wouldst thou fare ?
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF XAPOLEON. 53 
 
 Upon a happier land than thine. 
 Not sun, nor moon, nor stars -would shine-! 
 Alas ! for all the blessings given. 
 Enough to make thy earth a heaven, 
 That thine OAvn factious sons should still 
 Thy beauties drown in blood, and fill 
 Thee with their lawless crimes, and make 
 Thy name accursed for their sake ! 
 Thou sowed'st crime, the plant took root, 
 And grew in blood ! — now see the fruit ! 
 
 rx. 
 
 But to our tale :— Like steed that knows 
 His rider, on the vessel goes 
 
 Which bears the Chief along : 
 Less swift the others come behind. 
 Then- banners floating in the wind, 
 
 "VYhich freshly blows, and strong. 
 On, like a war-horse in his pride. 
 Bounding away upon the tide, 
 
 Napoleon's vessel flies ; 
 And high aloft, serenely bright, 
 The full moon, with unclouded light, 
 
 Shines in the azure skies, — 
 In which now not a cloud is seen, 
 To intercept the spangled sheen 
 
 The starlit heavens unfold.
 
 54 THE IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Onward she swiftly sped, and round 
 Her bows, the waves with rippling sound, 
 
 In glittering circles roll'd : 
 Onward she flew, and, looking back. 
 You might discern the shining track, 
 
 She left upon the tide 
 Afar behind, uutil the breeze 
 In ruffled surface of the seas 
 
 The silvery trace did hide. 
 
 On flew the vessel, every eye 
 
 With sanguine expectation beam'd, 
 Tliough oft a half unconscious sigh 
 Bespoke the Chiefs anxiety. 
 
 Who silent sat and thoughtful seem'd. 
 But he was not a man to show. 
 By word or look, in joy or woe, 
 His secret thoughts ; like book that's seal'd, 
 His mind to man he ne'er reveal' d. 
 And all well knew he ill could brook 
 Another's eye to watch his look, 
 And none the vain attempt essay' d. 
 Which few who knew him ever made. 
 They to each other talk'd with glee. 
 And joyful seem'd as men could be.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS 01" NAPOLEON. 55 
 
 XI. 
 
 Before tliem stood the sparkling wine, 
 
 In brimming cups, inviting draught ! 
 Before them stood the juice divine. 
 
 But none had yet the nectar quaff'd ; 
 When Mouraud from his seat arose, 
 
 With cup in hand, " Great Sire, we drink 
 To thee," he said, " and may thy foes 
 
 Soon 'neath thy whehning vengeance sink ! " 
 " Thanks, gentlemen," the Chief replied. 
 
 Nor answer'd more ; his thoughts seem'd bent 
 On some great scheme, which occupied 
 
 His grasping mind with deep intent. 
 
 XII. 
 
 On went the ship with favouring wind, 
 And Elba soon was far behind. 
 When slowly, with the break of day, 
 The breeze began to die away, 
 Until at length becabn'd she lay ; 
 Unmoved, save by the long low swell. 
 On which she, rolling, rose and fell. 
 
 The Emperor, amid the crew 
 Moved to and fro, and tried to cheer 
 Their spirits, and dispel their fear : 
 
 And as the morning lighter grew, 
 With almost twice a league between. 
 The other ships behind were seen.
 
 5(5 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Hour after hour went slowly by, 
 Yet still no breeze swept sea or sky. 
 The very pennon raised on high 
 
 Hung drooping by the mast. 
 At length about mid-day the seas 
 Seem'd ruffled by a feeble breeze. 
 
 Which slowly o'er them pass'd : 
 Then fresh and strong, on came the gale. 
 And bounding on with every sail. 
 Like hound let loose from leash and thong. 
 The joyful vessel flew along. 
 Scarce had she stai'ted, when was heard 
 Prom mast-head the unwelcome word, 
 
 Which startled all, "A sail ! " 
 With eager eyes all glanced around. 
 Scanning the wide horizon's bound ; 
 
 Where, on before the gale. 
 Rushing along with utmost fordfe, 
 Steering straight down upon then* course, 
 A large ship rose upon their view. 
 Which for a man-of-war they knew. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 In council met, some talk'd of flight. 
 And others of determin'd fight : 
 The pilot said, " Let us again 
 Retrace our course upon the main.
 
 THE HUNDRED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 57 
 
 And yet, perchance, our danger o'er, 
 
 We may get safe to Elba's shore ! " 
 
 With flashing eyes, Napoleon said, 
 
 " Though Europe's power, for fight array'd. 
 
 In all her banded naval force. 
 
 Should come to intercept my course, 
 
 I never shall return again ! 
 
 The die is cast, and must remain ! — 
 
 Proceed we must ; do M^iat we will. 
 
 Our destiny we must fulfil ! 
 
 Be all prepared, charge every gun. 
 
 And closer to the larboard run. 
 
 And if yon ship a foe should be. 
 
 We'll fight for death or liberty ! 
 
 But if she does not try by force 
 
 To intercept our onward course. 
 
 We'll pass her by with friendly hail ; — 
 
 See how she comes upon the gale ! 
 
 Quick, then, my friends, I do beseech, 
 
 For safety's sake, on deck that each 
 
 Conceal'd shall lie, and thus we may 
 
 In safety yet pursue our way." 
 
 XV. 
 
 Napoleon ceased ; with ready will, 
 All strove his purpose to fulfil. 
 Prepared the ship and guns for fight. 
 Then quickly hid themselves from sight ;
 
 THE HTJNDTIED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Some lay on deck, some went below, 
 
 So well conceal'd that none could know 
 
 That they were there, and could not see 
 
 More than the vessel's crew might be. 
 
 With every sail above her spread, 
 
 Swiftly the war-ship onward sped, 
 
 And many a heart beat fast to see 
 
 Her bearing down so steadily. 
 
 On, on she came, and veering round, 
 
 "What ship, ho ! whence, and whither bound?" 
 
 'Twas thus her hail was heard : — 
 The answer was, — " From Elba we, 
 And Marseilles is our destiny ; 
 
 Our ship rimperial Garde." 
 " And how 's the Emperor ? — can you tell ? " 
 " I thank you, he is wondrous well ! " 
 Was answer'd back ; and on once more, 
 Swift in its course, each vessel bore : 
 But yet, I ween, the gallant crew. 
 Within that war-ship, little knew 
 
 Whose voice came o'er the wave : 
 'Twas he of whom they did inquire. 
 The warrior Chief, the mighty Sire, 
 
 Who answer to them gave ! 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Glad was each heart for danger past, 
 And glad was each to see how fast
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 59 
 
 Their vessel flew along : 
 The sun had pass'd his highest zone, 
 And in mid height, descending shone, 
 And swiftly still the ship went on, 
 
 With favouriug breeze, and strong. 
 At length the distant land they spy, — 
 Like hazy cloud in level sky ; 
 
 And as their course they hold, 
 Distinct, and more distinct, are seen 
 The rocky shore, the landscape green. 
 And lofty spires, with fanes so sheen, 
 
 They seem'd of bumish'd gold : 
 They near the land, and now they seek 
 A shelter'd spot ; a latent creek 
 
 A landing-place supplies ; 
 On either side a jutting rock. 
 Round which the rippling billows broke, 
 O'erhung with oUve boughs and oak. 
 
 Which almost light defies. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Napoleon, foremost, sprang on shore. 
 
 And cried, — " The Congress is no more !" * 
 
 * Alluding to the Congress which was sitting at Vienna, to decide on 
 the proper measure to be employed to secure the safety and liberties of 
 Europe against any attack that might be made upon them, not only 
 by the deposed Emperor, but by any of the Continental Powers them- 
 selves.
 
 GO THE HUNDBED DAYS OF NAPOLEOX. 
 
 As soon as on the land. 
 Their mooiing was an olive-tree ; 
 " An omen good !" in ecstasy. 
 
 He sliouting waved his hand, — 
 " See ! see my friends ! Erance offers now, 
 In sign of peace, the olive bough !" 
 
 And as they sprang ashore, 
 AH shared in ecstasy sublime, 
 To be again in native clime. 
 
 In fatherland once more ! 
 And do not seem it strange that they, 
 Escaped from exiled, island grey, 
 To such ecstatic joy gave way ; 
 A Frenchman's heart is always gay — 
 
 His feelings always keen ; 
 And who is he who hath not felt, 
 Whde viewing home, his bosom melt, 
 
 Who hath a wanderer been ? 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 As soon as landed. Count Mourand, 
 With fifty followers in his band. 
 Went off against Antibes, which they 
 Believed his summons would obey, 
 And for the Emperor declare, 
 Nor to his troops resistance dare. 
 Napoleon and his little band 
 Remain'd beside the ocean's strand,
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OE NAPOLEON. ')! 
 
 And with impatient eyes survey' d, 
 "With every sail their speed to aid, 
 And bearing on before the wind, 
 The other ships stUl far beliind ; 
 And ever, as they nearer drew. 
 The Chief stUl more impatient grew: 
 Whiles wrapp'd in thought he musing stood, 
 Then paced the shore in anxious mood. 
 At length the ships approach'd the land, 
 And soon debark'd upon the strand 
 The Uttle troop, who almost wept 
 With joy as to the shore they leapt ! 
 
 XIX. 
 
 With words which thrill through every heart. 
 
 And prescience of success impart, 
 
 Napoleon ranges on the strand, 
 
 Por instant march, his little band. 
 
 Reminding them in fervid strain 
 
 Of daring deeds, or comrades slain ; 
 
 And telling them of glories they 
 
 Ere long shall win in battle fray ; 
 
 And iajui-ies yet unredi'ess'd. 
 
 Till fii-ed is every warrior's breast. 
 
 And keenly every bosom glows 
 
 To rush once more amid his foes, — 
 
 While thus, with eyes of flasliing flame. 
 
 Loudly their war-cry they proclaim : —
 
 62 THE HUKDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 " Paris or death !" Napoleon cries ; 
 " Paris or death !" each tongue replies ; 
 "Paris or death !" the echo sighs, 
 As slowly on the evening gale 
 It winds along the silent vale, 
 
 XX. 
 
 That shout has ceased ; — why pause they new 
 Why looks the Chief with clouded brow ? 
 
 And why that horseman's haste ? 
 See how he urges in its speed 
 His foam bespatter' d, gallant steed, 
 
 As if by terror chased ! — 
 He stops : and as to earth he springs. 
 Loudly his clanging armour rings, — 
 To ready hand the reins he flings, 
 And with a look of import di'ead, 
 Walks forward with a hasty tread. 
 To where he sees the Emperor stand 
 Encu'cled by his martial band. 
 Few paces brought him to the Chief : 
 He doff'd his casque, and, pausing brief, 
 Wiped off the drops of sweat and blood 
 That on his heated forehead stood. 
 While silently, with looks of fear, 
 All crowded round, his words to hear. 
 * Napoleon first the silence broke. 
 And with impatient accents spoke, —
 
 THE HUNDKED DAI'S OF NAPOLEON. 63 
 
 " What news, Mourand ? and why such haste 'i 
 And where 's the troop with which you paced 
 Antibes to summon in my name. 
 And from its walls my cause proclaim ? 
 
 I pray, your tidings tell : 
 Say, have you been engaged in fight, 
 And your own safety sought in flight, 
 
 "While your companions feU. ?" 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Count Mourand heard with kindling ire, 
 And scarce could check his passion's fire, 
 Wliile thus he answered : — " Sii-e, I hear 
 Your angry taunt, and mark your sneer ; 
 But better 'twere, before you brand 
 Me with a coward's name, to lend 
 Unto the tidings which I bear 
 A moment's space your listening ear. 
 Hast thou forgot, when Cossack's dart 
 Was ready poised to pierce thy heart, 
 Who 'twas that forward sprung. 
 And saved thee from the falling blow, 
 Which, lifeless, soon had laid thee low, 
 And to protect thee from the foe, 
 
 Himself before thee flung ; 
 And oft for thee in battle strife. 
 Reckless of danger, risk'd his life ?
 
 64 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON, 
 
 Aiid think'st thou, then, that now ray heart, 
 
 Would play a coM'ard's dastard part, 
 
 And in the hour of danger fly, 
 
 While one remained to bleed and die ? 
 
 Death ne'er had terror to my eye, 
 
 And stUl its power I do defy ! " 
 
 Then, muttering to himself, he said — 
 
 " Had other of such words made use. 
 By heaven ! he'd quickly found my blade 
 
 Was sharper than his tongue's abuse ! " 
 Then to Napoleon said — " The band 
 With which I went at thy command, 
 Antibes to summon in thy name, 
 And from its wall thy cause proclaim. 
 Are prisoners within its tower, 
 And captives in a traitor's power ! 
 
 XXII. 
 
 " As soon as we approach'd the town, 
 l^iQ fleur-de-lis was taken down. 
 
 And thy proud banner rais'd ; 
 Ne'er thinking of the treacherous part 
 Plann'd in the false commandant's heart. 
 
 In sanguine joy we gaz'd, 
 With glowing hearts, as on I led 
 The little troop, with swifter tread ; 
 'V\Tien, just as we approach'd the wall, 
 Where scarce was seen a sentinel.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 05 
 
 Sudden there started all around 
 An arm'd battalion from the ground, 
 
 Who rushing, with a shout, 
 Around us closed, before, behind. 
 On either side we were confined, 
 
 And circled round about, 
 Within a vast and glittering throng 
 Of serried steel, compact and strong ! 
 
 I, turning, spurr'd my horse — 
 My sabre drew for desperate fight — 
 Call'd on my band to strike with might, 
 
 And our escape to force. 
 But their brave effort was in vain. 
 For, wounded, overpower' d, or slain, 
 They all were soon cut down or ta'en ! 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 " Forward I rush'd, amid my foes, 
 Unhurt, beneath a shower of blows ; 
 Snorting with rage, my gallant horse 
 Plunged 'mid their ranks with lightning's force. 
 On, on 1 dash'd ; from my attack. 
 As on I flew, my foes slu-unk back ; 
 Still on I press'd, still they gave way. 
 And broke at length through their array. 
 Not swifter is the arrow's speed. 
 Or falcon's stoop, than flew my steed ; 
 Ball after ball was sent in vain, 
 
 F
 
 GG THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And rattling fell aroimd, 
 Like drops of rain on window-pane, 
 
 Or hail upon the ground ; 
 Uncheck'd, I flew across the plain. 
 
 With scarce a single wound ; 
 I fled that thou defeat might'st shun, 
 Xor useless risk and danger run ; 
 I fled from foes whose power I spurn, 
 Instead of thanks — to meet thy scorn ! " 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " Hush ! " said the Chief, " I did thee wrong, 
 By passion urged, and feelings strong : — 
 Forgive my haste. Now, friends, shall we 
 Advance, and punish treachery ? 
 Or shall we rest till dawn of day. 
 And lead our force another way ? 
 March swiftly on by Gap and Grasse, 
 And forward toward Grenoble press ? 
 For small although Grenoble be, 
 'Tis worth the throne of France to me ! 
 And once within its walls and towers, 
 We may defy the Bourbon's powers." 
 The Monarch ceas'd, and every voice 
 To march to Grenoble made choice ; 
 Then, and kindhng bivouac fires around. 
 Encampment made upon the ground. 
 With pickets set, strict watch to keep. 
 All, save the Chief, were soon asleep.
 
 THE HUiTDEED DAYS OP XAPOLEON. 0/ 
 
 Deep thoughts were \rorkiug in his brain, 
 'Gainst which the power of sleep was vain. 
 
 XXT. 
 
 Two hours of morning scarce had pass'd, 
 When forward, silently and fast, 
 
 The Uttle army sped. 
 A keen, hard frost was on the ground. 
 Which, with a hollow, riuging sound, 
 
 K.e-echo'd with their tread. 
 No cloud is in the star-gemm'd sky, 
 WTiere, from her sapphire throne on high. 
 The smiling empress of the night 
 Pours on the earth a sea of light ; 
 WTiile in the radiance of her beams 
 Their polish'd armour brightly gleams. 
 As in a serried, silent thi-ong. 
 That Httle army moves along. 
 Marching on foot, amidst his men, 
 The Chief himself leads on the van ; 
 And with the meanest soldier there. 
 Alike in mirth or toil doth share ; 
 Their hearts with kindly converse cheers. 
 Dispelling care, fatigue, and fears. 
 
 It needs not that I pause to trace 
 Their hurried march from place to place ;
 
 08 THE IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 All bootless were such dull delay : 
 High deeds await my minstrelsy. 
 Trom town to town they sped along, 
 And welcomed were with shout and song. 
 While, swifter still, as on they sped, 
 With lightning's speed the tidings spread : 
 Hamlet and town alike did vie 
 To show their zeal and fealty ; 
 The shepherd left his flocks to stray, 
 The labourer fled from toil away. 
 The merchant shop and desk forsook, 
 The student threw aside his book 
 
 The mighty Chief to see ; 
 Wliile sons their tottering parents led. 
 And parents with their children sped 
 
 In crowds promiscuously. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 'Twas at Vizille, that town so fair. 
 They met the gallant Labedoyere ; 
 So treacherous yet so true was he, — 
 True only to his treachery ! 
 False to his country and liis King, 
 He scrupled not himself to fling 
 
 At the usui'per's feet. 
 Usurper, ay ! and rebel too. 
 As e'er unlawfid weapon drew. 
 
 His Sovereign to unseat :
 
 THE HtHNDKED DAYS OF ITAPOLEON. 69 
 
 For, ev'n admitting that the throne 
 "VVTiich he so lately sat upon, 
 Had been by valour fairly wou, — 
 
 Though many this deny, — 
 By the same power, — the power of might, — 
 Which was with him the law of right, 
 By which he gain'd imperial height, 
 Had he been overthrown iu tight. 
 
 And hurl'd from on high ; 
 And more, — he had resign'd by oath 
 All claim to crown and empire both ! 
 Then, who so partial as gainsay 
 That this was act of treachery ? 
 Go, read the tale in history's page, 
 Mark well such deeds in every age, 
 Let simple truth thy reason guide. 
 And thine own judgment shall decide. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Whether 'twas love in Labedoyere, 
 Or hopes in future power to share, 
 Or other motives brought him there, 
 
 It needs not to inquire : 
 Deep are the plans of those who play 
 A double game, that, fall who may, 
 And rise who can, still prospering, they 
 
 To greatness may aspire.
 
 70 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 " Soldiers ! " he cried, " behold again 
 The Chief who oft in battle plain, 
 
 To glory led you on ! 
 On then, my comrades ! on with me. 
 To join the Man of Destiny, 
 
 The Great Napoleon ! 
 Dash, then, these Bourbon ensigns down, 
 And raise the standard of renown, 
 
 'Neath which you've fought and bled,- - 
 That standard which so oft in fight, 
 The hearts of foes fill'd with affright 
 
 While they in terror fled !" 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Never did necromancer's wand 
 
 Such wonders work in days of yore ; — 
 With shouts, at Labedoyere's command. 
 
 The Bourbon flags ui shreds they tore ; 
 And ere the eye could change decry. 
 The Tri-color did o'er them fly, 
 And on they rushed embraciug those, 
 Wliom they had come, and sworn, to oppose ; 
 But met as friends and not as foes ! 
 Nor judge them harshly ; side by side, 
 These men in many a battle tide. 
 Had fought and conquer'd, while around 
 Their slaughter'd comrades strew'd the ground.
 
 THE nUNDRED DAYS 01" NAPOLEON. 71 
 
 Napoleon's heart beat high to see 
 Such willing acts of fealty ; 
 And, with a sonl-lit, joyous face, 
 Clasp'd Labedoyere in wann embrace ; 
 Then, tui-ning to the soldiers, said. 
 While high he waved his naked blade, — 
 
 -'o^ 
 
 XXX. 
 
 " Soldiers, in yonder distant isle, 
 In yonder spot of my exile, 
 I saw your wrongs, I heard your voice ; 
 I'm come, the Monarch of your choice ! * 
 I saw the wrongs, confusion, and 
 Injustice which o'erwhelm'd the land ! 
 I saw a Bourbon King's misrule, — 
 VVho is at best but England's tool, 
 'Who, weak, contemptible, and vain, 
 Treated your triumphs with disdain ! 
 And, while the glorious are neglected. 
 Each worthless favourite is protected ; 
 And servile minions rule the state. 
 Whose insolence insults the great ! 
 Ye heroes of Marengo's fight. 
 Of Austerlitz, and Jena's might ! 
 Ye who have conquerors stood wifliia 
 Cairo, Vienna, Rome, Berlin, — 
 
 • " The Sovereign of the peoiilo's choice :" the Duchess D'Abr 
 uses this expression in tier Memoirs.
 
 Ti THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Cau ye behold your lionour stain' d. 
 
 Your conquests lost, yourselves disdained- 
 
 See all your greatness overthrown, — 
 
 Tamely to knaves and cowards yield 
 The glories which your valour won 
 
 In many a battle-field ? 
 No ! never cau ye so forget 
 Your high renown, as this permit ! 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 " Come, then, the standards join once more, 
 Which ye triumphant ever bore — 
 The Eagle and the Tri-color ! 
 
 In victory's proud hour. 
 That despicable king your foes. 
 To your disgrace, on you impose, 
 
 Keigus but by foreign power ! 
 What claim have they to interfere. 
 With riglits to every Frenchman dear ? 
 "V^Tio have the power to be our masters ? 
 None ! Though we've endured disasters 
 We're Erenchmen still : and still that name 
 Shall make our vaunting foes grow tame ! 
 
 Then, forward ! let us on ! 
 Triumph ! revenge ! and victory ! 
 Rewards ! fresh honom-s ! liberty ! 
 
 Duth wait for every one !
 
 THE HUNDBED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 73 
 
 But blackest infamy to tliose, 
 
 With traitor's death, ■uho join our foes !" 
 
 He ceas'd, amid a deafening roar 
 
 Of " Live ! — long live our Emperor ! " 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Like mountain stream which, at its source, 
 A child may turn, or stem its force — 
 But as it gurgling rolls along, 
 Its speed improves, and grows more strong- 
 Till, fed by many a rill, it flows 
 A mighty flood, which mightier grows, 
 Sweeping along, in sullen pride. 
 To meet and mix with ocean's tide — 
 
 Such was the Chieftain's course ; 
 His band increasing every hour, 
 And they who came to check his power. 
 
 Served but to swell his force. 
 Forward they marched : the sun's last ray 
 Had from their armour pass'd away, 
 When, with the waning light of day, 
 
 Grenoble met their view. 
 Upon her lofty vanes still gleam'd 
 A golden beam, which lingering seem'd 
 
 'Mid ether's azure hue ; 
 You might have thought a rainbow bright 
 Had fcxllcn from ethereal height,
 
 74 TUE HUNDRED DAYS OF NArOLEON. 
 
 And hung iu fragments there ; 
 Or that the gems of precious stone, 
 Beheld iu lieaven by good Saint John, 
 
 Were floating in the air. 
 
 XXXTII. 
 
 They hasten'd on ; but as they near'd 
 The town, upon the walls appear'd 
 
 A bustling, warlike throng, 
 Wlio seem'd preparing to withstand 
 The bold invader's grasping hand, 
 And bid defiance to his band, 
 
 And planu'd resistauce strong. 
 No Tri-color was hoisted there. 
 No Eagle floated in the air. 
 
 Of friends within to tell ; 
 But through the dusk of gathering night, 
 The Fleur-de-lis waved on each height. 
 And made each heart, as well it might. 
 
 With anxious thoughts to swell. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 Napoleon still was undismayed, 
 And forward Avalk'd ; his army stay'd 
 A space behind at his command. 
 And all remained except IMourand, 
 Who wilh his Chieftain went. 
 Onward Napoleon calmly paced.
 
 THE IIL'^^DKED DAYS OF ^'APOLEON. /O 
 
 Displaying neither fear nor haste, 
 As nearer and more near he faced 
 
 The hostile battlement. 
 And silently he fix'd his eye 
 Upon the walls so strong and high, 
 Where many a red torch brightly glar'd, 
 And dark battalion stood prepared. 
 In dense array, as if for fight, 
 Amid the dark'ning shades of night. 
 Thus for a moment's space he stood, 
 Scanning the heisihts in silent mood. 
 A deep, dark trench before him lay. 
 
 Between him and the wall : 
 " Return, vain man ! " it seem'd to say, 
 
 " Lest worse to thee befall." 
 The rampired battlements were high. 
 And well his army might defy. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 standing u]icn a height, so near. 
 That they upon the walls might hear, 
 He laid his hand upon his breast. 
 And thus the garrison address'd: — 
 " Soldiers of Trance ! behold the man 
 Who gave you glory, freedom, fame ! 
 Then pierce his bosom, if you can. 
 And to surrounding lands proclaim 
 That ye have perfected your shame !
 
 7G THE IIUNDKED DAYS Or NAPOLEON. 
 
 While ages shall indignant hear 
 
 The tale of treachery and fear — 
 
 How he who found your native land 
 
 Swift drifting on to ruin's strand, 
 
 .Ind sinking fast amid the roar 
 
 Of raging billows on the shore, 
 
 Which, every moment, wilder grew — 
 
 Wlio, midst impending dangers flew. 
 
 Seized her deserted helm, and steer'd 
 
 Her course, till rocks and surge were clear'd, 
 
 And bore her on to height of power, 
 
 And fame she knew not till that horn- — 
 
 And, having conquer'd every foe, 
 
 That country dealt the fatal blow 
 
 Which laid her benefactor low ! 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 " Soldiers ! I'm come to free your chains. 
 And wash your glory from the stains 
 Upon it cast by hateful foes. 
 Who smile as they behold your woes, 
 And laugh to see your bosom's throes. 
 
 With exultation high ! 
 But if you'd rather choose to be 
 The willing slaves of treachery. 
 Than fight your native land to free. 
 
 Or for your freedom die, 
 Go, cowards ! I forbid ye not ; 
 But mark me well, ere from this spot
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OE NAPOLEON. 77 
 
 I turn and leave you to youi" fate, 
 Choose and decide, ere 'tis too late ! 
 Think not my power is now so small 
 That you can ever me appal. 
 Beware ! for if ye rouse my ire, 
 This town I'll sack and burn with fire ; 
 That other cities may discern, 
 And from its fate a lesson learn ! " 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 He ceased, but no reply was heard, 
 Xo gladd'niug sound, no welcome word. 
 
 Came from the walls, where stood. 
 Each with his musket in his hand, 
 And only seem'd to wait command 
 
 To spin the Emperor's blood : 
 Wlio sudden, then, to Mourand turned, 
 While kindling wrath within him burn'd. 
 And said, " ]\Iourand, our forces bring. 
 For ere the midnight hour doth ring, 
 
 Our flags shall be unfurl'd 
 In triumph on yon rampart's height ; 
 And long ere dawns the raoi-uing light. 
 They '11 know the power, and feel the might, 
 
 That oft has shook the world ! " 
 Count Mourand sped at his command. 
 And soon reach' d the impatient band, 
 Who, soon as they were told that they 
 Were to prepare for l)attle fray,
 
 78 THE nUNDBED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Burst forth witli such a shout as ne'er 
 
 Uuheeded fell on foeman's ear, 
 
 Which echoing o'er Grenoble went : 
 
 The troops upon the battlement, 
 
 Were startled by the well-known cry, — 
 
 "Vive I'Empereur! Trance, and Victory !" 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 Meantime, Napoleon, left alone. 
 
 Paced slowly to and fro, 
 And to himself in thoughtful tone. 
 
 Thus musing said, and slow : — 
 " Now is the crisis of my fate. 
 The hour that must decide my state, 
 If I'm to fall 'neath foemen's hate, 
 
 'Twill be into a grave ! 
 Proceed I must — retreat were vain ; 
 E'en did I wish to turn again. 
 
 And fly across the wave, 
 'Twould but the swifter on my head 
 The ruin bring from wliich I fled : — 
 It cannot be, by such a town. 
 That I am doom'd to be o'erthi'own ! 
 No, no ! I must — I shall proceed ; — 
 Nerved is my heart for daring deed, 
 I must, by heaven, I will succeed ! 
 That town, although so small it be. 
 Confirms the throne of France to me."
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NATOLEON. 79 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 He paused, for suddenly liis ear 
 Heard footsteps swift approaching near, 
 And instantly before him stood 
 A manly form in cloak and hood : 
 Surprised, Napoleon drew his blade, 
 " What ho ! who comes ? " he quickly said ; 
 " Approach not nearer ere you speak 
 Your purpose here, and whom you seek." 
 " Sii'e, favour'd by the shades of night, 
 I've come from yonder rampart's height 
 
 To greet you w'itli good cheer : — 
 There 's scai'ce a soldier on yon wall 
 Who doth not wish the Bourbon's fall. 
 
 And joys to see you here. 
 But cautious yet you must proceed, 
 And toward yon gate your forces lead 
 
 Wliere two red torches shine. 
 Your friends would suffer in the town, 
 If to the Royalists 'twere known 
 
 We favour'd your design ; 
 Yet fear not. Sire, whate'er may seem 
 To interrupt you — like a dream 
 
 All hmdrances shall flee : 
 For, even did your foes command, 
 There's not a man would lift his hand 
 
 Against your Majesty ! "
 
 80 THE IIUNDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Abrupt, the stranger paus'd ; the sound 
 Of prancing- steeds, that paw'd the ground, 
 
 Came swiftly on his ear ; 
 While crash of wheels that roU'd along, 
 And rising hum of inarching throng, 
 
 Told of an army near. 
 " Now I must to my post — farewell ! " 
 The strau2;er said. " Hark to the swell 
 
 Of that low bugle-note ! 
 It tells of friends : — when nest your ear 
 That trumpet's signal sound doth hear. 
 Rush forward in the bright career 
 
 That is your glorious lot ! " 
 He ceased ; and ere Napoleon could 
 An answer give, alone he stood. 
 
 For sudden as he came. 
 Amid the darkness of the night. 
 The stranger vanish'd from his sight, 
 
 Breathing the Emperor's name. 
 
 XL. 
 
 By this the army nearer drew, 
 
 Who hail'd him as they came,- 
 
 " Long live the Violet so blue. 
 And to the Lily shame ! 
 
 Long live our Little Corporal, who 
 Raised us to deathless fame !
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 81 
 
 Per him we'll fight, for him we'll die. 
 Till every foe doth bleed or fly ! " 
 Soon as their joyous shout was hush'd. 
 In silence on the army rush'd, 
 Toward the drawbridge gate, where gleam'd 
 The lights their Chief as signals deem'd : 
 But none approach'd the bridge to lower, 
 That with liis troops he might pass o'er ; 
 
 Nor bugle sound was heard. 
 The Chief, impatient of delay. 
 Cried, " Forward with artillery ! 
 And, quick, let every engine play ! " 
 
 And swiftly at his word, 
 A battery of guns was made. 
 And only for the signal stay'd, 
 
 To vomit forth its flame : 
 Napoleon seized a lighted spark. 
 
 And with unerring aim, 
 A cannon levell'd at the mark, 
 And suddenly amid the dark. 
 Burst glaring flash, and eddying smoke. 
 And forth, with voice of thunder, broke 
 
 The cannon's roar around. 
 The ball, unswerving in its course. 
 The drawbridge struck, which, to its force. 
 
 Returned a heavy sound. 
 That told how little 'twould avail. 
 That bridge with cannon to assail.
 
 S2 Tire IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 Just as the ball fell from the bridge, 
 Like shepherd's lute on mountain ridge 
 
 Was heard a trumpet's sound ; 
 At first it came forth soft and slow, 
 Then louder and more loud did grow, 
 Till, with a simultaneous flow. 
 
 The claugoiu- spread around, 
 As if a thousand clarions there. 
 Burst forth at once upon the air. 
 And lo ! they seemed to break the spell. 
 For midst that sound the drawbridge fell ! 
 " On ! " the Imperial Leader cried. 
 And forward, like a mighty tide, 
 
 His army rushed along. 
 " Forward, brave men ! Grenoble's ours ! 
 Our friends possess its walls and towers ! 
 And now we may our foemen's powers 
 Defy, howe'er so strong !" 
 
 XLII. 
 
 " Forward !" rang in each soldier's ear, 
 Nor other word delay' d to hear, 
 But with a loud, tremendous cheer, 
 
 Rush'd steadily and fast. 
 In solid column on they went. 
 The shaking planks beneath them bent, 
 
 As o'er the bridge they pass'd.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEOX. Sli 
 
 Frantic with joy, a mighty crowd, 
 Rush'd from the town, with clamours loud 
 
 As Niagara's roar ; 
 The rulers of the city came, 
 Owning the great usurper's claim. 
 Allegiance plighted to his name. 
 
 And shouting, " Five VEmpereur !" 
 
 XLIIl. 
 
 Full merrily they pass'd the night, 
 And long ere dawn'd the morning Hght, 
 
 That town behind them lay. 
 And as they gaily march' d along, 
 A numerous, mix'd, and motley throng, 
 With shout, huzzah, and merry song. 
 
 They cheer'd them on their way. 
 All day they marched : at evening's close 
 They halted for a short repose ; 
 But soon again, -with speed renew'd. 
 Their onward course in haste pursued. 
 Again the sun had pass'd his height. 
 And westward wing'd his airy flight ; 
 And gliding down the clear blue sky. 
 That smil'd like gentle maiden's eye. 
 Fair Lyons to their view display'd. 
 In aU her majesty array'd.
 
 84 THE HUNDRED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 
 
 / 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 There sweeping rolls the rapid Ehone, 
 
 And smoothly flows the beauteous Saone, 
 
 Like some vast serpent gliding on ; 
 
 Both brightly shining in the beam 
 
 That rests upon their unstain'd stream, 
 
 Till, mixing in united tide, 
 
 They sweep along in noble pride. 
 
 Alas ! how often have those waves 
 
 Of victims been the watery graves ! 
 
 And oh ! how often has that flood 
 
 Been stemm'd with dead, and dyed with blood ! 
 
 And frantic shriek, and dying groan 
 
 Been wafted o'er thy waves, fair Rhone ; 
 
 While victims' yells and murderer's voice. 
 
 Have rung above thy troubled noise ! 
 
 XLV. 
 
 God ! fair city, thine has been 
 A fate the world has seldom seen ! 
 
 And were those waves that sweep 
 So swiftly by, deep as they flow. 
 Tears shed in memory of thy woe, 
 
 'Twere not too much to weep ! 
 Methinks I see the traces yet. 
 Of deeds the world can ne'er forget ; 
 And crimes perform'd by human hand, 
 More black than demon ever plaun'd !
 
 THE HUNDBED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Methinks a lovely babe I see 
 
 Sit smiling ou its mother's knee, 
 
 While she, in its affection blest, 
 
 Clasps it in rapture to her breast ; 
 
 But suddenly a ruthless band 
 
 Of blood-stain'd murderers round her stand ; 
 
 Vainly for mercy she implores. 
 
 And kneels to villains she abhors, 
 
 And, weeping, screams in anguish wild, — 
 
 " Oh, spare ! oh, spare my helpless child ! " 
 
 In vain are youth and lovely charms. 
 
 Fiercely they seize her in their arms ; 
 
 Her agony of soul they mock. 
 
 And, shouting, bear her to the block ! 
 
 "VYhile there, beside tlie giullotine, 
 
 D'Herbos's hard heart enjoys the scene ! 
 
 That monster, who, hiss'd from the stage, 
 
 Now plays a part in history's page ; 
 
 He, who each noble feeling lacked, 
 
 Xow does the deeds he could not act* 
 
 See, how he stands with savage eyes, 
 
 Mocking his victim's agonies ! 
 
 * This infamous monster, a few years previous to the time alluded to 
 in tlie text, had actually made his appearance on the stage of one of the 
 theatres in Lyons, from whicli he was hissed off in a most contemptuous 
 manner. The horrible cruelties which he afterwards perpetrated in that 
 same city were, as is generally acknowledged, in all probability, executed 
 in revenge for iiis theatrical failure and disgrace.
 
 86 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOIiEON. 
 
 XLYI. 
 
 In calm despair the mother stands, 
 Sinks on her knees, and clasps her hands, 
 Imploring Heaven's sustaining power 
 To help her in that fearful hour. 
 Then rising up, in ti ansports wild, 
 Embracing, hugs her clinging child. 
 See with what energy she pleads. 
 And for her infant intercedes 
 
 With all a mother's love ! — 
 In accents which might turn away 
 The hungry lion from his prey, 
 
 And even to pity move 
 The famish'd wolf that roams the wood, 
 Or tiger in its fiercest mood. 
 Glutting his heart with human woe, 
 Thirsting to see her life's blood flow, 
 D'Herbos exclaims, in mocking mood, 
 " That lady is of gentle blood ; — * 
 Go, take her brattling from her breast, 
 And hush it quickly to its rest." 
 
 XLVll. 
 
 In vain, 'mid brutal jests and sneers. 
 Are infant's screams and mother's tears ; 
 Insulting even her stainless charms, 
 They tear her infant from her arms : 
 
 * To be of gentle, or aristocratic blood, was enough to insure the con- 
 (Ipmnation of the victims of revolutionary barbarity under the Reign of 
 Terror.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. S7 
 
 Yain are her struggles, vain her cries, — 
 
 They only mock her agonies ! 
 
 Its life's blood flows before her eyes 
 
 In red and reeking tide. 
 " Now, murderous villain, do thy worst ! 
 By man abhorr'd — by Heaven accurst ! " 
 
 To D'Herbos thus she cried ; 
 " And may thy cruel bosom know 
 The pangs which now I scorn to show ; 
 
 And may thy diabolic heart 
 Be rack'd with pain, with torture wrung, 
 Till, sGorch'd thy breast, and parch'd thy tongue, 
 
 Thy sold endures an equal smart ! 
 Now do your worst !" she, ceasing, says, 
 As on the block her head she lays. 
 
 Yet streanang with her infant's gore. 
 The axe falls with unerring stroke — 
 Her snow-white neck receives the shock ; 
 Her severed head roUs from the block — 
 
 Her life's blood flows — death's pang is o'er ! 
 
 XLVIII. 
 
 This is no isolated case 
 
 Of murderous deed within that place — 
 
 Ten thousand such were done ! 
 But not a trace doth now remain 
 That may the gentlest bosom pain, 
 Save when the mind recalls again 
 
 The horrors that are gone.
 
 88 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 All, all is peaceful now and fair, 
 
 And shouts of joy ring through the air 
 
 Froin thrice ten thousand throats. 
 From steeple, tower, and turret high, 
 From battlement and balcony, 
 
 The Eagle-banner floats. 
 Tumultuous crowds fill every street, 
 Thousands on thousands rush to meet 
 
 The great Imperial Chief, — 
 He whom they lately sought to slay, 
 While struggling with adversity. 
 
 And few to soothe his grief ! 
 With shoutings of "Five VEmpereur!" 
 Loud as the cannon's thundering roar, 
 
 They welcome Bonaparte. 
 Now, when success upon him dawns. 
 The cringing crowd around him fawns 
 
 With false and hollow heart. 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 Here now we leave them for a space : 
 My Muse, we 've found a halting place, 
 
 Where thou may'st rest thy wing. 
 Nor long shall we our tale delay ; 
 Who lists may read, or turn away — 
 It little boots what cynics say, 
 
 I love the lay I sing. 
 
 END OF CANTO THE SECOND.
 
 Surrounded by his courtiers gay, 
 
 King Louis sat upon his throne ; 
 His fawning minions strove to pay 
 The praises which so lately they 
 
 Gave to Napoleon. 
 Their adulations pleased the King, 
 
 And suited well his ear : 
 How gross soe'er their flattering. 
 He — poor, impotent, soulless thing ' — 
 
 Ne'er thought them insincere. 
 And thus the good, the wise, the great. 
 Whose glorious names adorn'd the state. 
 Were spui-n'd, o'erlook'd, despised, neglected, 
 And every proffer'd aid rejected; 
 While those who had no other claim 
 Thau, it may be, an ancient name, 
 Back'd by presumptuous arrogance. 
 Were rulers of the King and France.
 
 90 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEOU. 
 
 11. 
 
 The King a festive day had passed, 
 And ev'uing's clouds were gathering fast, 
 When, riding with impatient speed, 
 A horseman urged his foaming steed. 
 And, lighting at the palace gate, 
 Important, sought the haU of state. 
 His was no supple courtier's bow. 
 Blunt was his speech, as, bending low. 
 
 He thus the King address'd : — 
 " My royal Sire, the Eagle's flown — 
 The great usurper of thy throne 
 
 Again hath raised his crest ; 
 And now in triumph doth advance, 
 To hurl thee from the throne of France, 
 
 And seize again thy crown. 
 The soldiers to his banners crowd, 
 And fly to join his standards proud. 
 
 And dash thy ensigns down. 
 The country echoes with liis name, 
 And Lyons doth his cause proclaim!" 
 
 III. 
 The startled king these tidings heard, 
 And shook with terror at each word 
 
 That fell upon his ear. 
 The courtiers mark'd the monarch's dread, 
 And turning to the courier said, 
 
 With proud insulting sneer : —
 
 THE nUNDRED DAYS OF NAFOLEON. 91 
 
 "And who art thou! that dar'st presume, 
 Before om- Sovereign to come 
 
 With such a craven tale ; 
 Think'st thou, like thee, we'll fly and cower. 
 Before that haughty rebel's power, 
 
 Or the usurper hail ? 
 Thy words betoken what thou art, — 
 A knave, or coward at the heart ! " 
 
 IV. 
 
 With mingled scorn, aud glance of fire. 
 The stranger heard with kindling ire. 
 
 And scarce could check his rage ; 
 Twice on his sword his hand he laid. 
 And twice to draw it forth essay'd, 
 And twice a powerful effort made, 
 
 His passion to assuage : 
 Then with contempt, and keenest scorn, 
 The coiu-tiers' taunts he did return : — 
 " I am a soldier," thus he said, 
 " And should have proved it with my blade. 
 But for the presence of your King, 
 Before whom now with scorn, I fling 
 Back in your face a coward's name ; 
 Or, if a soldier's rights ye claim, 
 Have my defiance ! but beware 
 How ye Macdonald's vengeance dare !" 
 While saying tliis he dofP'd his casque, 
 Wliich did his features slightly mask.
 
 92 THE IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Did'st thou ere see a hungry hound, 
 With ears erect, prepared to bound, 
 And fiercely watcliing when it may 
 Best seize on its intended prey ? — 
 So, round Macdouald, stood a crowd 
 Of carpet heroes, vain and proud. 
 And each more anxious than the rest 
 To pierce the bold intruder's breast ; 
 But when they saw the Marshal stand 
 Uucover'd, with his helm in hand, 
 
 And heard him tell his name. 
 Like frighten'd cm-s they backward shrunk. 
 And round the room in terror slunk, 
 
 O'erpowered with fear and shame. 
 
 vr. 
 
 The Marshal then on bended knee, 
 
 Address'd the King thus courteously : — 
 
 " My gracious Sire, it grieves my heart 
 
 Such evil tidings to impart. 
 
 Yet, though they should thy bosom rend. 
 
 On them thy safety may depend. 
 
 In vain thy royal brother tried 
 
 To stay desertion's rapid tide ; 
 
 Soon as it reach'd the army's ear 
 
 That the Imperial Chief drew near.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 93 
 
 The banners which the soldiers bore, 
 The oaths which they so lately swore, 
 
 Were broken and disdain' d — 
 They to Napoleon's standard fled : 
 Of all the host thy brother led. 
 
 One man alone remained 
 Faithful amid that martial throng, 
 And with his Highness fled to Ghent ; 
 While I, to warn thee of the fate 
 That overliangs thy throne and state. 
 
 Have ridden day and night. 
 Delay not, or thou may'st repent — 
 If thou thy capture would prevent, 
 
 Prepare for instant flight ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 Macdonald ceased ; but still the King, 
 O'erpower'd witli fear sat trembhug ; 
 At length the Monarch silence broke, 
 And thus in quivering accents spoke :— 
 " Brave Marshal, pardon, I beseech, 
 The sudden agitation which 
 
 Your tidings have inspii'cd ; 
 And for the promptitude and zeal 
 With which you've hasten'd to reveal, 
 
 How, by ambition fired. 
 That rebel leads a hostile band 
 Against his king and native land. 
 
 Accept my grateful thanks.
 
 94 THE HTJNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Then let it be our instant care, 
 Call out our soldiers, and prepare 
 
 To overthrow his ranks. 
 Our army yet is strong, and may 
 If led by you, that traitor slay. 
 And gladly now, into your hand 
 I give the ensign of command." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " Forgive me, Sire," Macdonald said, 
 " 'Gainst him I'U never draw my blade : 
 No, no ! this sabre. Sire, which he. 
 In pledge of friendship, gave to me. 
 Shall ne'er be drawn in battle strife. 
 And tum'd against the giver's life ! 
 His banner was the beacon light, 
 Which, ever, in the darkest fight. 
 The path did always show to me 
 Of glory, and of victory! 
 His fame, his triumphs I have shared, 
 With him in battle-field I've dared 
 The conflict's rage ; and, side by side, 
 We've danger scorn' d, and death defied. 
 While he was Monarch of our land, 
 He was my Sovereign less than friend ; 
 'Twas he who on my temple set 
 A golden, ducal, coronet.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAIS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 IX. 
 
 And tliough his abdication now 
 Has freed my faith from every vow ; 
 And though I've pledged me to thy cause, 
 And vow'd obedience to thy laws, 
 Yet I have sworn to him an oath, — 
 And never shall belie my troth, — 
 That should misfortune ever lower, 
 Or enemies o'erthrow his power, 
 That I should never raise my hand, 
 Against the man who was my friend : 
 And, though my Sovereign now thou art, 
 I love him still with aU my heart ; 
 And never shall this sword of mine 
 Against my old companion shine ! 
 But, though I cannot him oppose. 
 Think not that I will join thy foes ; 
 No, no ! ray pledge of fealty, 
 The oath which I have sworn to thee, 
 Shall ne'er forgot or broken be ! " 
 
 'Twas thus Macdonald said — 
 And faithfully he kept his oath : 
 When all had broke their plighted troth. 
 
 And had their King betray' d ; 
 True to his word he still remain'd, 
 His fame and honour stUl retain'd 
 
 Unstained by treachery.
 
 96 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Macclonakl, thine 's a glorious name ! 
 Great thy renown and warlike fame. 
 But nobler glories dost thou claim 
 
 For honour and fidelity. 
 When thy Imperial Master fell, 
 No power could thy devotion quell, 
 TiU he, himself, had sign'd the deed 
 Which thee from thy allegiance freed ; 
 And, now, since thou hast sworn to serve 
 Thy King, no power can make thee swerve, 
 
 Or from thy duty bend ; 
 Although thou still sincerely lovest, 
 But yet the conduct disapprovest, 
 
 Of thy ambitious friend. 
 
 X. 
 
 Unused such candid words to hear, 
 King Louis heard with startled ear ; 
 
 Nor could he understand. 
 How honour and fidelity 
 Should sway a man so powerfully : 
 Devotion was a thing which he 
 
 Could little comprehend. 
 Yet, half o'erawed, he answer made. 
 And half displeased, the Monarch said,— 
 
 Assuming an indifferent tone, — 
 " Do as thou wilt ; — it matters not ; — 
 Enough of leaders we have got 
 
 Whose talents more than mate thine own.
 
 THE HUKDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 97 
 
 And who, perchance, in danger's hour. 
 
 More willingly will use their power. 
 
 To drive from out their native land, 
 
 That rebel chief, and lawless band." 
 
 Then with a calm and scornful look, 
 
 'Neath which the gilded courtiers shook, 
 
 Macdonald left the hall of state, 
 
 And quickly reach'd the palace gate — 
 
 Sprang lightly on his gallant steed, 
 
 And from the palace rode with speed, 
 
 To seek amid retirement's charms, — 
 
 Removed afar from war's alarms, — 
 
 That lucid peace, that placid rest, 
 
 Which calms the mind, and soothes the breast, 
 
 Unbroken by the whirling boils 
 
 Of angry faction's fierce turmoils. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Fear and confusion fill'd the court ; 
 The Monarch's glee, and courtiers' sport 
 
 To gloomier thoughts gave way. 
 The news throughout the city spread, 
 Paris soon heard the tale of dread, 
 
 And trembled with dismay : 
 And smce Macdonald had retired. 
 One auxious hour liad scarce expired, 
 H •
 
 98 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 When Marshal Soixlt was usher'd in, 
 
 And dauntless Ney, and Count Bourinne, 
 
 Who to the King an offei- made, 
 
 Against the tyrant's cause to aid. 
 
 "The madman !" Marshal Soult exclaim'd. 
 
 Is his ambition still untam'd. 
 
 That thus again in his caprice. 
 
 He breaks the bonds of Europe's peace ?" 
 
 The King embolden'd said, — 
 " Let him an outlaw be declared. 
 With all who have his treason shared, 
 
 Or shall his progress aid ; 
 And set a price upon his head. 
 To take him, or alive or dead !" 
 
 XII. 
 
 That night the King and councillors sate 
 
 Discussing plans until 'twas late; 
 
 At length by all it was agreed 
 
 That Marshal Ney the troops should lead ; 
 
 And Soult, perchance, 'twas well for thee. 
 
 They doubted thy fidelity. 
 
 Or thou, like Ney, hadst earn'd the doom. 
 
 By which he fills a traitor's tomb ! 
 
 His fate I mourn, and yet 1 must 
 
 Confess, although severe, 'twas just. 
 
 When Ney received into his hand 
 
 The signa of his high command,
 
 THE HUNDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 91J 
 
 He thus address'd tlie King, — 
 " I'll tame that haughty tyrant's rage, 
 And soon within an iron cage 
 
 The rebel I shall bring!" 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Bright, in its full meridian rays. 
 The sun shines on the Tuileries, 
 
 But silent are its halls : 
 The King has fled, the courtiers gone ; 
 The gleam upon the palace thrown, 
 
 More vacant shows the walls. 
 But see you, on Montmartre's height 
 Behold yon gay and glittering sight ; 
 See yonder proud and martial throng 
 With waving banners march along ; 
 The ray which on their armour gleams, 
 Is mirror'd in ten thousand beams. 
 And, hark ! amid that serried throng. 
 There swells the burthen of a song ! 
 And as the chorus flows around. 
 Each warrior's bosom seems to bound : — 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " Where the Seine rushes fleetly, a voilet sweetly, 
 In freshness and beauty late blossom'd so fair ; 
 But a hurricane flew o'er the violet blue. 
 
 And winter's cold breath nipp'd its beauties so rare !
 
 100 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 " But spring is returning to clieer nature's mourning — 
 The earth with fresh beauties shall soon bloom again ; 
 
 And soon sliall that flower, in garden and bower, 
 Display aU its charms on the banks of the Seine. 
 
 Then sing to the violet so blue ; 
 
 'Tis the pledge of the heart that is faithful and true!" 
 
 Thus with one universal shout. 
 They rung their joyous ditty out ; 
 And as the mystic chorus ceas'd, 
 Each placed a violet on his breast. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Ney, who was in the army's rear, 
 The soldiers' boisterous stave did hear, 
 And mark'd the joy with wliich tliey set 
 Upon their breasts the violet ; 
 But whether he not understood 
 The meaning of their merry mood. 
 Or that he wished not to destroy 
 The source of their ambiguous joy, 
 He heeded not — at least he seem'd 
 As if their joy he harmless deem'd. 
 With mirth uncheck'd they onward went. 
 Their merry bosoms vigour lent 
 Unto their limbs, as swiftly they 
 With hasty march pursued their way.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 101 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Here now we leave them to pursue 
 Their course, while we our tale renew, 
 
 And change awhile the scene. 
 That sun wliich o'er Montmartre's height 
 Shone all so cloudless and so bright. 
 At Lyons show'd as fair a sight. 
 
 And beara'd with equal sheen : 
 With floating banners broad and fair. 
 With shouts that echoed through the air, 
 
 And cannon's thund'riag peal, 
 Napoleon, with his troops elate, 
 Emerged out of the city gate. 
 
 All bright with shining steel ; 
 And, swiftly forming on the plain, 
 Stood ready to advance again. 
 Prepared they stood — nor paused they long. 
 For soon amid that serried throng, 
 From rank to rank the Chieftain rode, 
 And on his veterans bestow' d 
 The praise he knew was ever dear. 
 And never lost on soldier's ear. 
 He gave the word : — " Ye sons of France ! 
 Ye gallant warriors, advance ! 
 Away, away ! vainly our foes 
 May try our progress to oppose ; 
 Howe'er so numerous they be, 
 They cannot change our destiny ;
 
 102 THE HUNDKED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And Eate commands us to advance : 
 Forward ! and let our banners dance 
 
 Triumphant on the breeze ! 
 Long live the Army ! long live France ! 
 
 Whose fame fiUs earth and seas." 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The soldiers with a shout replied, 
 And swept along in martial pride ; 
 And in the van of that array, 
 Napoleon on his charger grey. 
 Rode by the side of Count Mourand, 
 Who did the foremost rank command. 
 
 Swiftly they march'd o'er plain and hill, 
 Swiftly they march'd all day : 
 
 The sun was sinking fast, yet stiU 
 They sped upon their way. 
 
 Onward they went, nor paused until, 
 Mid evening's gathering grey. 
 They reach'd Ma9on ; and halted there 
 Till in the east, with fiery glare, 
 The morning sun, with visage red. 
 His light on the horizon shed ; 
 And as on each surrounding height 
 His rising beams fell fair and bright, 
 The trumpet from its brazen throat 
 Sent loudly forth its gathering note ;
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 103 
 
 Aud ere its echoing cadence died, 
 That serried host, in martial pride, 
 111 columns, rank, and dense array. 
 Were swiftly marching on their way. 
 Away, away, they swiftly went ; 
 On, onward, sped that armament. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 That sun who, while his rays of gold 
 The ruddy morning did unfold. 
 
 Beheld them leave Ma^on ; 
 As his last lingering beams of light. 
 Were waning on the western height, 
 
 Saw them approach Chalons. 
 Again they halted for the night. 
 And with the first faint streak of light. 
 Again their onward march renew'd. 
 And speedily their course pursued : 
 Thus daily, with increasing throng, 
 Napoleon led his host along. 
 
 XIX, 
 
 The western sun beam'd bright and fair 
 With level rays upon Auxerre, 
 When Bonaparte, in anxious mood, 
 Upon its northern ramparts stood : 
 The sunbeams which so sweetly play'd 
 On the surrounding vine-clad glade
 
 lOl THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 He heeded not ; the perfumed air, 
 The azure sky, so bright and fair, 
 Own'd not his thouglits, nor from his eye 
 Could elaim one glance of sympathy. 
 Silent and still, with look intent, 
 He stood upon the battlement ; 
 And mark'd the sun's declining blaze. 
 Reflected in ten thousand rays, 
 
 From Marshal Ney's approaching corps. 
 And saw the Bourbon banners wave 
 Above the bravest of the brave. 
 " And is he, then, so mean a slave 
 
 As serve a Monarch he abhors ! " 
 Thus to himself Napoleon said. 
 In accents which his fear betray'd. 
 Silent he watch'd them for a space. 
 With anxious eye and ashy face ; 
 Then to Mouraud, who linger'd near. 
 He cried, with mingled grief and fear,- 
 " Haste, send to me my fleetest steed, 
 For I must forward ride with speed. 
 To meet yon array on the plain. 
 And try to win it back again ; 
 For 'gainst such odds our power were vain." 
 
 XX. 
 
 His steed was brought the Chief, and straight, 
 Swift issuing from the city gate.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 105 
 
 "With slender escort on lie went. 
 To meet that mighty armament ; 
 
 To which, as he di-ew near, 
 He paused, and, springing to the ground, 
 Cast a keen, hurried glance around. 
 
 And not immix'd with fear. 
 Then took his hat from off his head. 
 And with a slow and steady tread 
 
 Walk'd on amid that host— 
 Who shrunk with looks of silent awe 
 As thus their fallen Chief they saw, 
 Whose word so late was Europe's law, 
 
 W^hich woe to him who crost ! 
 Napoleon of their leader-chief 
 Claim'd instant speech and audience brief; 
 And, prompt the summons to obey, 
 He soon was met by Marshal Ney : 
 And there, those chiefs renown'd afar 
 For glorious deeds perform'd in war. 
 And who, by friendship's sacred tic. 
 Had sworn by each to live or die, 
 
 Before each other stood. 
 They met, — but not as those who meet 
 Impatient each his friend to greet 
 
 In most affective mood. 
 They met, — but neither offer'd bland 
 To clasp in friendly grasp the hand.
 
 10') TUE UUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 They met, — but met as foemen now, 
 With cold constraint and haughty brow ; 
 While each might in the other's eye 
 Read caution, doubt, uncertainty, . " 
 And strove beneath a look of pride 
 The feelings of his heart to hide. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Ney was the first who silence broke, 
 And thus in words ambiguous spoke : — 
 " What wants Napoleon, that he 
 An audience should demand of me ? — 
 Dost thou not know, that to the King, 
 I've pledged myself, that I should bring 
 Thee prisoner in an iron cage, 
 A subject for the rabble's rage ? 
 And know'st thou not, alive or dead, 
 A price is set upon thy head ? 
 What say'st thou, that I do not make 
 My soldiers thee a prisoner take. 
 And instant bear thee to thy foes, 
 To glut their vengeance with thy woes ?" 
 He ceased, and with his closing word, 
 A mui-mur from the troops was heard — 
 "V^lio look'd into each other's face. 
 And mutter'd something of disgrace 
 That should upon their 'scutcheons fall 
 If they forsook the "Corporal."
 
 THE HUKDRED DAYS OF XAPOLEOX. 107 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Napoleon mark'd the soldiers' mood, 
 
 And well their murmnr understood : 
 
 Embolden'd in his daring plan, 
 
 To Marshal Ney he thus began : — 
 
 " And can it be, that in mine ear. 
 
 Such words from ^Marshal Ney I hear ? 
 
 Can he who in my proudest hour 
 
 Shared glory, honour, wealth, and power, 
 
 Now turn against me, and take part 
 
 With those who fain would pierce my heart ? 
 
 Doth no remembrance now remain 
 
 Of friendship plight on battle plain ? 
 
 Think, think on Russia's ckead campaign ! 
 
 Has Moskowa's Prince* forgotten now 
 The mutual dangers which we shared. 
 
 When side by side, mid Russia's snow. 
 The Cossack and the Russ we dared?" 
 He then the soldiers thus address'd. 
 In words which thrill'd each warrior's breast : — 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 " And you, ye heroes so renown'd ! 
 Shall it be ever said ye drown'd 
 The glories of a Frenchman's name, 
 By fighting for a Bourbon's claim ; 
 
 • This title was conferred on Ney for his ability and courage in tlie 
 battle of that name.
 
 103 THE nUNDUED DAYS OF NAl'OLEON. 
 
 While he who had your Leader been 
 In raauy a glorious battle scene, 
 And ever led you in the path 
 
 Of honour and of fame, 
 Ye sacrificed to glut the wrath 
 Of his insatiate foe, who hath 
 
 Oft trembled at his name ? 
 Soldiers, think on the deeds of might 
 Ye have perform'd in glorious fight ! 
 Think, think on Lodi's bloody pass, 
 And Aracoli's dread morass ! 
 Remember ye Marengo's fight. 
 Where victory shone upon your might ! 
 Think on the sun that rose on high 
 In Austerlitz's morning sky. 
 
 And signall'd you to victory ! 
 Of Jena, and of Wagram, too. 
 Where our triumphant Eagles flew ! 
 Remember these and hundreds more. 
 Whose names 'twere needless to count o'er ; 
 And as ye think on glories won, 
 Tliink, too, of him who led you on ; 
 He, who in every battle-field 
 Compell'd your foes to fly or yield, 
 Till treachery stole away his shield!* 
 
 * NajKiloon always assigned treachery as the cause of his reverses ; 
 l)Ut unfortunately has omitted to furnish Ihe proofs of it.
 
 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF KAIOLEON. 109 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " And as your minds recall again 
 Each glorious scene on battle-plain, 
 Can ye allow that he who led 
 Your gallant hearts in glory's tread, 
 Should fall, forsaken and alone, 
 And with his blood to bind the throne, 
 Of that presumptuous, worthless thing, 
 Whom others have declared your king ! 
 Was it for this the chains ye broke, — 
 Was it for this ye burst the yoke, 
 
 'Neath which your fathers groan'd ? 
 Was it for this ye fought and bled, 
 Tni Eui'ope shook beneath your tread. 
 And humbled kings, with tremblings dread, 
 
 Your rights and statutes own'd ? " 
 He ceased, — and from the army rose 
 A murmur of suppress'd applause. 
 Which first was indistinct and low, 
 Then louder, and more loud did grow, 
 TiU with the rending thunder's roar, 
 Whose echoes peal from shore to shore. 
 From thrice ten thousand hearts burst out 
 A loud and universal shout, 
 
 XXV. 
 
 An instant, in bewilder'd mood, 
 Ney, gazing on Napoleon stood, 
 And, trembling with emotion, view'd
 
 110 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON, 
 
 The soldiers round the Emperor crowd, 
 
 And when upon his ear 
 Burst forth their acclamation loud, 
 
 And proud triumphant cheer, 
 Like clouds which flit athwart the sky. 
 In April tide, when winds ride high, 
 And, drifting on, successive throw 
 A varied shade on earth below — 
 
 So, at that loud acclaim. 
 Over the Prince of Moskowa's face 
 Dark shadows did each other cliase ; 
 
 His colour went and came ; 
 The quivering of his lip confess'd 
 The tumult raging in his breast. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 And will he then a traitor prove ? 
 Alas ! forgive him, for his love- 
 For his great Chief alone could turn 
 His heart from faith to Louis sworn. 
 He look'd around with frantic eye. 
 He saw his soldiers from him fly ; 
 And as their shout rose in the air, 
 He ceased to strive against despair ; 
 And his baton of high command, — 
 The king had given with his own hand, — 
 
 Upon the ground he toss'd, 
 And shouted — " Soldiers, let us flee
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. Ill 
 
 To joiii the mau whom destiny 
 Deterraines that our Prince shall be, — 
 
 The Bourbon's cause is lost !" 
 This said, the Marshal forward sprung, 
 His arms around Napoleon flung, 
 And with impassion'd ardour press'd 
 The Emperor to his beating breast. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 With shouts far louder than before, 
 'Mid rolling drum and cannon's roar, 
 
 The troops an answer gave, — 
 "Long live the Great Napoleon ! 
 Whose glorious deeds in battle done, 
 Raised him to sit upon a throne ! 
 And long live Ney, who well hath won 
 
 The name of bravest of the brave ! " 
 And as that shout rang in the air. 
 The crowded ramparts of Auxerre, 
 
 Return'd their loud acclaim ; 
 While swiftly on with Marshal Ney, 
 Napoleon rode triumphantly ; 
 
 And fast behind them came. 
 In all the joy and martial pride 
 Which warriors feel who know their guide 
 
 WHi lead them on to fame, 
 That host, which had been sent to bring 
 That guide a prisoner to their king !
 
 112 TUE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Amidst a welcome lond and long, 
 Eutcr'd Auxerre with shout and song. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 That night that army feasted high, 
 Midst wassail, rout, and revelry ; 
 Shouts, music, noise of every kind. 
 In one unceasing roar combin'd, 
 
 Ascended from Auxerre ; 
 While, midst the dark clouds of the night, 
 The town cast forth a lurid light, 
 And aU, with flaming bonfires bright, 
 
 Gleam'd with a fiery glare. 
 At length with toil and wine o'ercome, 
 Hush'd was each boisterous shout and hum, 
 And stiU'd was trumpet-hom and drum. 
 
 And all reposed in peace ; 
 But short their rest, for soon the Chief 
 Aroused them from their slumber brief ; 
 
 And as the ruddy glow 
 Of morning's beam began to rise 
 Upon the verge of eastern skies, 
 
 They enter' d Tontainbleau. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Fair town, thou saw'st a wondrous sight, 
 When, with the dawn of morning light, 
 Like hero from victorious fight, 
 Napoleon led his banded might
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. ll!i 
 
 Within thy royal walls. 
 Yet thou full many a change hast seen, 
 And many a sight of woe has been 
 
 Witlun thy noble halls : 
 Thou 'st seen a Chief, sublime and great. 
 Fall 'neath the rage of foemen's hate, 
 Which years of pride, oppression, wrong. 
 Had gather'd up, and cherish'd long — 
 Hurl'd headlong from his towering throne, 
 And left forsaken and alone, 
 With scarce a friend his heart to cheer, 
 Amid despondency and fear ! 
 That daring Chief thou seest again. 
 Surrounded by a warlike train. 
 Mighty as when in proudest hour 
 Wide Europe trembled at his power ; 
 And fuU of hope as when he first 
 Forth midst his country's chaos burst, 
 And tamed it to his haughty wiUj 
 And launched his thunders forth untU 
 Surrounding nations cringed in awe, 
 And bow'd beneath his iron law ! 
 
 XXX. 
 
 They stay'd not long ; ere middle day, 
 Far Fontainbleau behind them lay : 
 The waving forests soon they pass'd. 
 O'er hiU and plain they sped fuU fast, 
 I
 
 114 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 But long before the foremost's eye 
 The heights of Paris eoiild descry, 
 The sun had quench'd his beams of light 
 Amid a damp and misty night : 
 At length appear'd a lurid glare 
 Reflected in the humid air ; 
 
 And looking from a height, 
 Paris before them far and wide, 
 Lay spread around on either side, 
 
 lUumin'd aU. and bright. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 The thousand lights which distant glow'd 
 The outline of the city show'd, 
 
 Dim, dark, and undefin'd — 
 Save when the dense and humid cloud, 
 Which hung above it like a shroud, 
 
 Was lifted by the wind. 
 Then burst at once upon their view, 
 A scene which thrill'd each bosom through, 
 
 And well it might I ween, 
 For, by the city's glaring light. 
 Waving on spire and turret's height, 
 Dim through the floating clouds of night, 
 
 The Tri-color yfds, seen! 
 That sight their flagging spirits fired. 
 Fresh strength and energy iuspir'd, 
 
 And swiftlier on they flew — 
 Like they who in the closing race
 
 THE HXrKDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 115 
 
 Struggle to ■win the foremost place, 
 
 And see the goal in view. 
 The foremost ranks the barrier pass'd, 
 And, as the illumined city cast 
 
 Its glare upon the mighty throng, 
 Which fiU'd the streets, and seem'd to make 
 The very ground beneath them shake. 
 As shout on shout successive brake. 
 
 Napoleon led his host along ; 
 And look'd with pride upon the sight, 
 Where, almost yelling with delight. 
 Thousands on thousands round him press'd. 
 And in their frantic joy caress'd 
 His very steed, to which they clung. 
 And on each side embracing hung. 
 As in the front of that array 
 The Emperor slowly led the way, 
 Until he gained the Tuileries, 
 And vanish'd from their eager gaze. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Not in the zenith of her mighty power, — 
 Not in her loftiest and proudest hour, 
 When her immortal sons triumphant came 
 Victorious from the field, and crown'd with fame — 
 Nor when in triumph thi'ough her streets were led. 
 With wreath of victory around his head. 
 While, as a trophy of the battle plain, 
 Perchance a captive monarch graced his train —
 
 116 THE nUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Did conqueror claim, or haughty Rome 
 
 Decree to welcome victor home, 
 
 A triumph such as now was shown 
 
 By Paris to Napoleon. 
 
 The young, the old, the rich, the poor, 
 
 The noble, and the rustic boor. 
 
 Mingling in one promiscuous throng, 
 Forgot the difference of their state. 
 The Chief's return to celebrate. 
 
 And join'd in shout, huzzah, and song. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Amidst a crowd of lesser name, 
 To the Imperial Monarch came, 
 Touche, with false and cunning heart, 
 Tull of chicane, deceit, and art, 
 And offer to Napoleon made 
 His councils and his cause to aid — 
 
 Nor was his offer vain ; 
 Napoleon haU'd him with applause, 
 Rejoic'd that to assist his cause 
 Such aid he should regain : 
 And though he knew that deeper knave. 
 And falser traitor, baser slave. 
 
 Could scarce be found in any land — 
 Unless 'twere that apostate priest — 
 That infidel, from vows released. 
 
 The arch-betrayer, Talleyrand —
 
 THE HTJNDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 117 
 
 All this he knew : 'twas but, indeed, 
 For this that he of him had need — 
 Tyrants have ever found that knaves 
 And vUlaias are their fittest slaves. 
 Napoleon, trust not to his troth — 
 Believe not thou that traitor's oath ; 
 If thou, usurper, in thy rule, 
 Must have a vUlain for thy tool, 
 Beware he does not thee befool ! 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 Once more, upon the GaUie throne. 
 Behold the great Napoleon ! 
 
 And hardly need I say, 
 That to the imperial standard came 
 Full many a chief of warlike name. 
 And youths who sought to share the fame 
 
 Of veterans in glory grey. 
 Nor boots it that I pause to tell 
 The scenes — perchance you know them well — 
 Of dazzliog pomp and pageantry. 
 Of fete, review, and revelry ; — 
 Scenes which, alas ! too often hide. 
 Beneath their hoUow show and pride, 
 The throes of many a throbbing breast, 
 By anguish torn, or grief distress'd. 
 And disappointment ill conceal'd, 
 Or bitter envy half reveal'd.
 
 118 THE HUNDllED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 These pass we by ; and pass we too 
 The pageant of the Champ-de-Mai, 
 
 Where thousand upon thousand flew 
 To swear allegiance to the law, 
 
 By which Napoleon deem'd again 
 
 To bind the people to his reign. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 Three moons had wax'd and waned away 
 In quick succession since the day 
 
 That the usurper came. 
 And seized the sceptre and the crown 
 The king in terror had thrown down. 
 
 And fled before his name ; 
 And haviug sent his summons forth, 
 From west to east, from south to north. 
 To rouse his subjects to defend 
 From gathering foes their native land, 
 AU over France, from side to side. 
 Through length and breadth, both far and wide. 
 No sound was heard but armour's jar. 
 No word was breath'd, but " Arm for war !" 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 Like spirits 'neath a wizard's wand, 
 An army rose at his command, 
 And hasten'd on, without delay. 
 To meet in one immense array.
 
 THE HITNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 119 
 
 The labouring peasant heard the sound, 
 And left his ploughshare in the ground. 
 Seizing witliin his rustic hand 
 The soldier's musketoon and brand ; 
 The shepherd on the distant hill 
 Was startled by the war-cry shrill, 
 Dash'd to the ground his harmless crook, 
 His mute and fleecy flocks forsook. 
 And weary of his peaceful life, 
 Went forth to mix in deadly strife. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 Near Avesnes was the centre where 
 The troops were ordered to repair, 
 And hastily to concentrate, 
 And there the Chieftain's orders wait : 
 Nor stay'd the Warrior-Monarch long, 
 For soon amidst the gathering tliroug. 
 Arranging, planning, drilling, he 
 ToUed day and night incessantly. 
 Instructing the unskilful hand 
 To use the bayonet and brand. 
 
 To point the gun, to rule the steed. 
 And mixing mid his vet' ran host 
 Those who had never weapon crost. 
 
 Nor seen a foe in battle bleed. 
 Joy beam'd within Napoleon's eye, 
 His bosom swell' d, his heart beat high.
 
 120 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 As he beheld his standard wave 
 Above thrice sixty thousand brave 
 
 And gallant sons of Erance, 
 Whose bosoms burn'd to prove their might 
 Against their enemies in fight, 
 And long'd to see their banners bright 
 
 Amid the battle dance. 
 
 xxsvin. 
 
 'Twas on the anniversary 
 Of Friedland and Marengo's day. 
 Napoleon, with his army vast, 
 Over the Belgiac frontier pass'd ; 
 And having order'd Marshal Ney, 
 
 With fifty thousand warriors bold. 
 On Quatre Bras, by break of day, 
 To speed along without delay. 
 While he should with his own array 
 
 His march on Pleurus hold, 
 Swiftly along the Sambre's banks 
 Napoleon led his serried ranks. 
 And, heedless of the pouiing rain. 
 Soon stood array'd on Ligny's plain : 
 Nor were the gallant Prussians slow 
 To meet their hated Gallic foe. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 Brave Blucher saw the Gallic host. 
 Led by the man he hated most.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 121 
 
 With glancing eyes, ^hose glow express'd 
 The joy which tiUs a warrior's breast. 
 To meet a foe whom public wrong. 
 Or private wrath has sought for long. 
 He cares not for the mighty odds 
 
 Of his inveterate foes — 
 Vengeance each Prussian heart corrodes, 
 
 Which well their leader knows. 
 Woe, woe to thee Napoleon, 
 
 If thou should'st meet him in tlie fight ! 
 The life's blood of his slaughtered son 
 
 He 'U on thy head requite. 
 Go, chafe the lion in his wrath, 
 Or cross the hungry tiger's path. 
 
 But, if thou valuest life. 
 Shun thou the Prussian leader's hand. 
 Nor dare to cross his whetted brand. 
 Or every soldier in thy band 
 
 May rue the deadly strife. 
 
 XL. 
 
 " Charge ! charge ! " each leader gave the word, 
 
 And on both armies sped : 
 The foot rush'd on, the horsemen spurr'd, 
 The muskets rattled, cannon roar'd, 
 On column, file, and squadron pour'd. 
 
 With shouts and clangour dread ! 
 Fierce was the onset, long the fight, 
 Wild was the conflict, fell the might,
 
 122 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And deadly was the fray. 
 Each host was with like rage inspired, 
 Each heart was with like courage fired, 
 Thousands of foes ou foes expu-ed. 
 
 But neither side gave way ; 
 And man to man each soldier fought. 
 And vain each watchful leader sought 
 By stratagem or art to throw 
 Confusion on his valiant foe : 
 Charge after charge was made in vain, 
 But vantage neither host could gain. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 Thus fiercely raged the battle fray, 
 Nor when had closed the bloody day 
 
 Did conflict aught assuage ; 
 But, 'mid the darkness of the night, 
 The battle-fires flash' d far and bright. 
 And stni each foe rush'd to the fight 
 
 With uudiminish'd rage ; 
 UntU, by greater numbers foU'd, 
 The Prussian warriors recoil'd 
 
 Before the Gallic host. 
 In vain the gallant Blucher tried 
 To seize the palm by fate denied. 
 And vain each danger he defied 
 
 Ere he the battle lost.
 
 IHE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. ] 23 
 
 The ground was cover'd o'er with slain, 
 Himself unhorsed, and nearly ta'eu. 
 When slowly from the battle plain, 
 
 Through Ligny he retired ; 
 But not till many a gallant foe 
 Had felt the vengeance of his blow, 
 
 And 'neath his hand expired. 
 
 XLII. 
 
 Ere Prussia's troops began to yield 
 One foot of the contested field, 
 While leading on his valiant band, 
 All suddenly approach'd Mourand 
 A foe of more than common height. 
 Who fought with all a giant's might : 
 Nearer, and still more near he came. 
 When, by the battle's glaring flame, 
 Mourand seem'd in the warrior's face 
 Some half-forgotten liaes to trace. 
 Then, starting, cried — " On battle-plaia 
 To meet thee long I've sought in vain, 
 De Barrot ! but we've met at last — 
 And ere another hour has past 
 One of us two in mortal strife 
 Shall pay the forfeit with his life. 
 False villain ! know I am Mourand : 
 I've sought thee over every land.
 
 124 TUE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 With purpose firm and heart unchanged, 
 Amongst the living and the dead ; — 
 Soon now, upon his murderer's head, 
 
 My father's death shall be revenged ! 
 And, Marian ! if thou sitt'st on high, 
 Or shin'st a star in yonder sky. 
 And yet canst turn thy gentle eye 
 
 On this far-distant sphere. 
 Then, look once more upon Moui-and, 
 And nerve for strife thy lover's hand. 
 
 For vengeance now is near ! " 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 De Barrot, scowling, turn'd away — 
 " Back, back ; I wish not thee to slay ; 
 
 But do not chafe my mood, 
 Or thou may'st find, when 'tis too late. 
 Thou dost but rush upon thy fate ; 
 Few ever roused De Barrot's hate 
 
 That not his vengeance rued." 
 " Thou add'st but fuel to my fire ! " 
 Cried Mourand, with redoubled ii'e. 
 Then forward either warrior sprung. 
 Each to the earth his scabbard flung. 
 
 And, with one foot advanced, 
 Join'd fiercely in their deadly strife. 
 This for revenge, and that for life ; 
 
 Their eyes with fury glanced.
 
 THE ETJNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 125 
 
 Fast feint, and pass, and sword-stroke fell, 
 Which both knew how to parry well ; 
 And as they heated in the fight 
 Their blows fell with redoubled might. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 Thus fought they on : Count Mourand's skill 
 TVas used but for defence, until 
 His watchful eye observed at length 
 De Barrot fought with wasted strength ; 
 
 And as his foe began to fail, 
 Count Mourand every sinew nerved, 
 With skUl and power so well reserved, 
 
 De Barrot to assail. 
 Already weary with the fight, 
 De Barrot shrunk before his might, 
 When suddenly a well-aim' d blow 
 From Mourand's sabre pierced his foe, 
 Who dropp'd his weapon from his hand, 
 And, reeling, sunk upon the sand, 
 Imploring imprecations dread 
 To fall upon his conqueror's head ! 
 
 XLV. 
 
 With vengeance glancing in his eye. 
 The victor raised liis sword on high. 
 And standing o'er his prostrate foe. 
 Prepared to strike the fatal blow ;
 
 12f) THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON, 
 
 But just as his uplifted blade 
 Began to fall, his hand was stay'd, 
 For suddenly he seem'd to hear, 
 Resounding calmly in his ear, 
 
 His father's words in dying hour, — 
 " The life of direst foe ne'er take, 
 When he, nor can resistance make. 
 
 Disarm' d is in thy power ; — 
 For mercy is the brightest gem 
 That shines in victor's diadem." 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 His prostrate foe beheld him pause, 
 But little knew he of the cause ; 
 And while Mourand in soften'd mood, 
 Unguarded for an instant stood. 
 He with a sudden, desperate bound. 
 Sprang like a serpent from the ground, 
 And threw his sinewy arms around 
 Count Mourand, with a firmer grasp 
 Than e'er was known in friendship's clasp. 
 
 So unprepared was Mourand, 
 So unexpected was the blow, 
 
 O'erpower'd he fell upon the sand. 
 Beneath his mortal foe ! 
 Upon his fallen victim's breast 
 De Barrot's knee was firmly press'd ; 
 And with a dagger in his hand. 
 He tauntingly address'd Mourand : —
 
 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 127 
 
 " Did I not warn thee of thy fate, 
 If thou should'st rouse my soul to hate ? 
 Thy blood the penalty shall be 
 Of thy presumptuous vanity !" 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 He ceased, and in Count Mourand's breast 
 
 His dagger soon had found a sheath : — 
 His hand the weapon firmer press'd. 
 
 And aim'd it at the heart beneath. 
 But ere his arm could strike the blow 
 
 Himself was stretch'd upon the ground, 
 And from his bosom gurgled slow 
 
 His life's blood through a ghastly wound : 
 For while he aim'd at Mourand's heart 
 
 A rifle-ball transpierced his own, 
 And, springing up with sudden start. 
 Gave one loud shriek in dying smart, 
 
 Then backward fell with parting groan ! 
 
 XLVIII. 
 
 Unhurt, Mourand sprang from the ground, 
 
 And for a moment's space 
 Gazed on De Barret's bubbling wound ; 
 And by the battle fires around 
 
 Which shone upon his face, 
 Beheld that still his features bore 
 The same fierce look of hate they wore,
 
 128 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 When in their mortal strife, 
 Exulting o'er his prostrate foe, 
 He raised his hand to strike the blow 
 
 Desigu'd to take his life : 
 And as Count Mourand saw him lie 
 All blood begrimed, with death-shot eye, 
 He hurried from the horrid sight. 
 Into the thickest of the fight. 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 'Twas now that Prussia's host recoil' d, 
 By Gaul's superior numbers foil'd, 
 And foot by foot began to yield 
 The long contested battle-field. 
 But small the glory France may claim, 
 And Ligny's field is scant of fame ; 
 For though the Prussians did retreat, 
 'Twas not in tumult or defeat, 
 But slowly and unbroken they 
 Retired from the battle fray, 
 And like a lion held at bay. 
 
 Oft tui-n upon the foe, 
 And crush'd the foremost in their wrath, 
 Then leisurely resumed their path, 
 
 Stem, suddenly, and slow. 
 
 END OF CANTO THE THIED.
 
 Canta imti\. 
 
 O'ek Brussels' night dark clouds were flung, 
 And like a sombre curtain liimg, 
 
 On palace, park, and square : 
 In gorgeous hall, whose glaring light 
 And dazzling sheen o'erpower'd the sight 
 
 With splendour rich and fair, 
 Britannia's gallant cliivalry 
 
 Tripp'd through the mazy dance. 
 While from each eye joy's ecstasy 
 
 Beam'd forth in every glance ; 
 There, too, did England's daughters glide. 
 In maiden loveliness and pride, 
 Through whirling waltz and gallopade. 
 Through gay quadrUle and promenade, 
 To music's deep, vibrating swell, 
 Whose mystic echoes rose and fell. 
 
 K
 
 130 THE HTJNDRED DAIS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 II. 
 
 Of such a noble scene as this. 
 Who can describe the loveliness ? 
 There virgin charms and martial pride 
 Beauty and valour, side by side, 
 Swept through the hall ; while every eye 
 Shone with delight and pleasiu'C high. 
 And many a gallant hero strove 
 To win a smile from lady-love, 
 And many a gentle maiden's eye 
 Beam'd forth with all love's brilliancy, 
 And often with a glance express'd 
 The passion words had ne'er confess'd: — 
 To lover's heart, one silent glance 
 Oft speaks with deeper eloquence 
 
 Than language can convey ; 
 And often wUl a touch, a sigh, 
 A look from half-averted eye, 
 
 The latent fire betray. 
 But do not deem those warriors bland 
 Unfit in battle-field to stand ; 
 Those hands which now so softly clasp 
 
 The fingers of the fair, 
 In hour of need the sword can grasp, 
 
 And every danger dare ; 
 Those eyes that now so brightly glow 
 
 With love's serene delight. 
 Have often look'd upon the foe 
 
 Defiance in the fight.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS 01' NAPOLEON. 131 
 
 III. 
 
 Nor scorn' d great Wellington to share 
 The pleasure of a scene so fair ; 
 The youngest and the gayest there 
 
 Was not more gay than he ; 
 Though well he knew, even at that hour, 
 The swift approach of him whose power 
 Had oft made humbled Europe cower, 
 
 And hosts in terror flee ; 
 Nor was it that he wish'd to show 
 Contempt for his redoubted foe 
 
 By false security ; 
 No, Wellesley's was the lion's mood, 
 That couchant lies in lair or wood. 
 
 Watching with half-clos'd eyes, 
 Each stealthy step and movement made 
 By those who his domains invade. 
 Who think, perchance, as on they creep, 
 To seize upon him in his sleep. 
 
 Or take him by surprise ; 
 Not deeming that in such an hour 
 Most fearful is his mighty power. 
 Thus Wellington would oft impose 
 Upon his less prudential foes. 
 Who hoped with overwhelming might, 
 To crush him ere prepared for fight. 
 Ne'er thinking that he only stay'd 
 For this to draw his ready blade,
 
 132 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And liir'd them on to the attack, 
 To turn the tide of battle back ; — 
 This Victor, Marmont, and Junot, 
 Soult, and Massena well do know. 
 
 IV. 
 
 But who is he, all soil'd with clay. 
 And fiush'd with haste, who suddenly 
 
 Bursts in upon the scene. 
 Half blinded by the flood of Ught 
 Which gushes on his dazzled sight. 
 
 And beauty's brilliant sheen ? 
 And as he glances round hira, lo ! 
 The dancers pause in mute surprise, 
 Gazing on him with wondering eyes ; 
 And ceases instantly the flow 
 Of music's deep, vibrating roll, 
 That thrill'd with ecstasy each soul. 
 His armour, mien, and martial frame, 
 A British warrior proclaim. 
 
 " Ha !" cried Lord Wellington, and led 
 The aide-de-camp aside, and said — 
 " What tidings of the Gallic host ? 
 Has Bonaparte the frontier cross'd ?" 
 Who answered thus—" In mighty throng, 
 Full fifty thousand warriors strong.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OP KAPOLEON. 133 
 
 The foe press on from Charleroi, 
 And gather fast on Quatre Bras. 
 Three times before the close of day, 
 With overwhelming numbersj they 
 Essayed to drive us from the wood ; 
 But still our gallant soldiers stood, 
 And gloriously maintain' d their post 
 Against an overpowering host ; 
 Till, foil'd and wearied with the fight, 
 The foe recoil'd ui broken might, 
 And, baffled in each fierce attack, 
 
 At length were forced to yield. 
 Leaving our army to bivouac 
 
 Upon the well-won field." 
 
 VI. 
 
 Lord Wellington, in thoughtful mood. 
 In silence for a moment stood. 
 And muttered to himself the while, 
 With a half-pleased, half-scornful smile : — 
 " If I had, then, Fouchc* believed, 
 
 How had I been betray'd ! 
 But I was not to be deceiv'd. 
 
 By one who so often play'd 
 The traitor, that the gallows ne'er 
 Did falser villain's carcass bear. 
 
 * Foucli^, that master in the art of deceit and lyinf?, had promised to 
 give Wellington intimation of Napoleon's movements ; and, to "keep 
 his promise to the ear and break it to the sense," he actually sent off 
 the intelligence to him, but took care to have his own messenger stopped 
 before he crossed the frontier.
 
 13-± THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Curse on liis cunning ! lies and art 
 Are life to his deceitful heart ; 
 But he shall find how little I 
 Did on his promises rely." 
 Then to the aide-de-camp he said, 
 In tone which no surprise betray'd — 
 " Your tidings brook not of delay, 
 
 Then haste to Quatre Bras, 
 And to the gallant soldiers say. 
 Of Belgium and Nassau, — 
 Our own brave men you scarce need tell, 
 They always do their duty well, — 
 That, if their Gallic foemen should 
 Attempt to force them from the wood, 
 They must their utmost efforts strain 
 Their ground till morning to maintain. 
 When we shall with our swiftest speed 
 Fresh reinforcements forward lead." 
 " Your Grace's 'hest shall be obey'd," 
 The aide-de-camp, retiring, said — 
 
 Casting a half regretfid eye 
 Upon the scene, so sweetly fair, 
 
 As if he left reluctantly, 
 And fain one hour had hnger'd there. 
 Its joys and happiness to share. 
 Ere he, mid darkness, storm, and rain. 
 Went forth to Quatre Bras again ; 
 Then, bounding on his ready steed. 
 Rode swiftly on with wiUing speed.
 
 THE HUNDRED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 135 
 
 VII. 
 
 Round Wellingtou with eager ear, 
 All throng'd the sudden news to hear ; 
 The half unfinish'd dance was stopp'd, 
 The rising peal of music di-opp'd, 
 
 And every voice was hush'd ; 
 In expectation of the tale, 
 Full many a lovely cheek grew pale, 
 
 So late with beauty flush'd : 
 But calmly smiling, as if nought 
 Of high importance had been brought. 
 The Duke, half cliidiug, haK in jest. 
 His anxious auditors address' d — 
 " On with the dance — let music flow ! 
 No thought of care to-night we '11 know ! 
 What ! shall report of distant foe 
 One moment's merriment destroy. 
 Or cast a cloud upon our joy ? 
 
 No ! were Napoleon's power, 
 Even now, in aU its martial might, 
 Within a league, prepared for fight, 
 Of such a lovely scene as this 
 It should not check the happiness. 
 
 Or shorten ev'n an hour ! " 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Once more, in high, melodious strain. 
 The music, pealing, swells again ;
 
 I8f) THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 ml 
 
 And swiftly through the hall once more 
 
 The dancers lightly tread the floor, 
 
 Till hours, unmark'd, successive fly, 
 
 And midnight goes unheeded by. 
 
 But, hark ! a diff'rent sound they hear — 
 
 The trump of war breaks on their ear. 
 
 And, mixing with the roDing drum. 
 
 Rises the army's gathering hum. 
 
 They fly to arms, and quickly all 
 
 Have vanish'd from that brilliant hall ; — 
 
 All but a gentle maiden fair, 
 
 The daughter of the proud Delware, 
 
 Who to her noble lover clings. 
 
 Who tries to soothe her sufferings. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Why doth the gallant Walter stay ? 
 
 Why doth he loiter now ? 
 He who was aye in battle fray 
 
 The first to meet the foe. 
 And why so silent doth he stand. 
 Pressing that lovely maiden's hand ? 
 And why doth she, with glistening eye 
 And pallid cheek, so earnestly 
 Gaze on young Walter's face, as if 
 Her heart would burst with speechless grief ; 
 While in her features is express'd 
 The burning anguish of her breast ?
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 187 
 
 Oil ! who such love as theirs can teU ! 
 Opposed and slighted, Walter Grseme 
 Had cherished long a stronger flame 
 
 Than e'en her father's scorn coidd quell ; 
 While, though submissive to her sire, 
 Not less unquenchable the fire 
 With which her noble bosom burn'd. 
 And Fanny of Delware returned. 
 
 At length the lady silence broke. 
 And thus in faltering accents spoke : — 
 " Walter, farewell I since thou must go 
 To brave the vengeance of the foe. 
 
 And we awhile must sever, — 
 God ! it almost breaks my heart 
 From thee, my Walter, thus to part — 
 
 To part perchance for ever ! — 
 Go, then ! and if, in battle-field. 
 
 Thou shouldst my father see. 
 Say, say wilt thou his bosom shield 
 
 From the cruel enemy ? 
 And though he did thine honour spurn. 
 And pour'd on thee his haughty scorn. 
 Yet — as thou lov'st me — in the strife, 
 wilt thou try to save his life ; 
 Aud in the hour of danger prove 
 How much he wrong' d thy noble love ? 
 
 And by Heaven's majesty,
 
 138 THE HUNDRED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 
 
 While my blood flows — with my last breath- 
 In joy and woe — through life and death, 
 
 I'll prove my love to thee !" 
 Thus spoke the daughter of Delware, 
 While round her neck and shoulders fair, 
 
 Her flowing ringlets hung ; 
 And in her brilliant, dark blue eye 
 Shone resolution firm and high, 
 
 And passion deep and strong. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Sir Walter stood Mke one entranced, 
 While in his burning, dark eyes glanced 
 A beam of joy, and pleasure bright. 
 And inexpressible delight : 
 Then with emotion uncontroll'd. 
 
 His dear one in his arms he press'd ; 
 Their beating hearts responsive told 
 
 The love that burn'd within each breast. 
 " Fanny, the charge that thou hast given 
 Is sacred to my heart as heaven ; 
 
 And if on battle plain, 
 I should thy noble father see. 
 Surrounded by the enemy. 
 
 And all his followers slain, 
 And fad in danger's darkest hour 
 To save him from the foemen's power. 
 Or with him fall not on the field 
 Wliere he disdains to turn or yield,
 
 THE HUNDEED DAYS OF JfAPOLEON. lljO 
 
 Mayst thou despise and scorn each name 
 
 That minds thee of thy Walter Graeme ! 
 
 But if it should my fortune be 
 
 To shield him from the enemy, 
 
 Say, wilt thou then consent to crown 
 
 My soul with ecstasy divine. 
 And wilt thou, dearest, join in one. 
 
 Thy Walter's humble fate and thine ?" 
 
 XII. 
 
 He paused, — and as she raised her head 
 A crimson blush her face o'erspread, 
 And in her glowing deep blue eye. 
 That beam'd with all love's brilliancy. 
 Her soul in soundless eloquence, 
 A language breathed in every glance. 
 And, stronger far than words, express'd 
 The love that fill'd her faithful breast. 
 But hark ! the trumpet's brazen throat 
 Again sends forth its gathering note. 
 
 More ui-gent than before ; 
 And calls each warrior to his post. 
 Amid that congregating host, 
 
 Each leader to his corps. 
 " Fanny ! " Sir Walter starting said — 
 " That trumpet's call must be obey'd. 
 Farewell ! we for a time must part ; 
 But let not grief o'erpower thy heart. 
 
 Nor woe thy bosom pain; —
 
 140 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Come, let me kiss away these tears, 
 And calm thy gentle spirit's fears, 
 We soon shall meet again : — 
 Think of the joy with which you'll see 
 
 Your Walter when the battle's o'er, 
 Returning crown'd with victory, 
 Your father reconciled, and we 
 
 United, and to part no more ! " 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Again within his arms he press'd 
 His darling Fanny to his breast, 
 Who, timid half, with blushing face, 
 Return'd her lover's pure embrace ; 
 And gazed into each other's eyes, 
 Until in love's magnetic ties, 
 Their burning lips together clung 
 In one long, lasting kiss, and hung 
 Upon each other's sweetness there. 
 As if their minghng spirits ne'er. 
 Henceforward, could exist apart. 
 And had one life, one soul, one heart : 
 
 Yet part at length they must ; — 
 When duty calls them to the field. 
 Love, friendship, every tie must yield. 
 In those who bear upon their shield 
 
 Their country's hope and trust. 
 At length released from Tanny's clasp, 
 Sir Walter Gramme relax'd his grasp ;
 
 TUE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. Hi 
 
 Then with conflicting feelings, he 
 Rush'd out in speecliless agony ; — 
 And blame him not, nor deem him weak, 
 If ev'n a tear roll'd down his cheek ; 
 For who is he who can behold 
 With feelings stern and bosom cold, 
 The tears in lovely woman's eye. 
 Or mark her spotless bosom's sigh ? 
 And in such time from maid beloved, 
 Or friend that 's dear, can part unmoved ? 
 
 XIV. 
 
 The lady, mute and motionless. 
 
 Stood like an image of distress : — 
 
 Her bosom heaved, wild throbb'd her heart, 
 
 Her bloodless lips were raised apart, 
 
 As if she strove to speak ; 
 And swift as clouds in April, flew 
 Varied shades of changing hue. 
 
 Successive o'er her cheek ; 
 She moved not, but her burning eyes, 
 Her pallid face, and choking sighs, 
 Confess'd the agonizing smart 
 That swell'd within her gentle heart. 
 Until less swiftly rush'd her blood, 
 And calm, though pale, at length she stood ; 
 And leaning 'gainst the tapestried wall, 
 With mournful glance around the hall.
 
 142 THE HUNDRED DAYS OP NAP0L150N. 
 
 She sighing said, " And he is gone ! 
 And I, alas, am here alone ! 
 O God ! with thy protecting power, 
 His bosom shield in danger's hour ! " 
 Then with a faltering step and slow. 
 
 Her chamber lone she sought ; 
 But rest her sad heart could not know — 
 Sleep ever shuns the eye of woe. 
 
 And mocks misfortune's lot. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Away Sir Walter bounds, the street 
 Reverberates 'neath his charger's feet. 
 As swift, and proudly, on it flies. 
 With tossing head and fiery eyes. 
 With champing bit, and nostrils wide, 
 And hoofs that spurn the ground in pride 
 Nor did Sir Walter check the speed 
 Of his impetuous, noble steed. 
 
 Till in the foremost rank he stood. 
 Where, with a shout of loud acclaim. 
 The soldiers hail'd Sir Walter Grteme, 
 But little did they know the flame 
 
 That raged within his blood ! 
 
 XVI. 
 
 The British army gathcr'd fast. 
 And swiftly on the vanguard pass'd.
 
 THE HtTNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 14!^ 
 
 By Picton led, aud Walter Grfeme, 
 
 And Brunswick's chieftain bold ; 
 And gaUaut Hill — of glorious fame — 
 And Pousonby — whose dreaded name 
 Had often made his foes grow tame, 
 
 And Gallia's blood run cold. 
 Forward they swiftly march'd along; 
 And foremost in that martial throne:. 
 
 Pair Scotia's tartan'd sons were seen ; 
 Each mountain had its children sent. 
 Each chieftain had his clansmen lent, 
 And haughty tribes were there enblent, 
 
 Who long and oft had rivals been ; 
 And lowland rage aud Highland pride 
 Porgotten were or thrown aside : — 
 
 Nor was green Erin slow, 
 In danger's hour her sons to send, 
 With daring heart and ready hand 
 
 Against the common foe. 
 Onward they went, aud great their need 
 To hasten on with all their speed, 
 Por ere the gory plain they saw 
 Which skirts the roads of Quatre Bras, 
 
 'Twas cover'd with the dead ; 
 Por since the dawn of early day. 
 With fifty thousand warriors, Ney 
 
 Charge after charge had led, 
 Aud, chafed to find each onset vain. 
 With greater fury charged again.
 
 144 THE HTJNDKED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 When the unequal fight began 
 
 There scarcely were twelve thousand men 
 
 In aU the British host ; 
 And 'gainst such mighty odds had they 
 l^Iaintain'd their ground throughout the day, 
 And back again on furious Ney 
 
 His shatter'd legions toss'd ; 
 And now, with half their number slain, 
 The sanguinary strife sustain 
 
 Both dauutlessly and well ; 
 And stUl, though wearied with the fight, 
 RepeU'd their GaUic foemen's might ; 
 
 And as the foremost fell, 
 Upon the ground where he had stood, 
 The next, with ardent hardiliood, 
 
 Wliich nouglit could check or quell, 
 Sprang forward and defied the blows. 
 And stemm'd the torrent of his foes. 
 
 xvni. 
 
 With various fortune, thus the strife 
 Raged in the wood with carnage rife, 
 
 Uutd the summer sun 
 Hung midway 'tween meridian height 
 And earth's west verge, with clouded light, 
 And gloomily look'd on the fight 
 
 Through vapours dark and dun ;
 
 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 145 
 
 The British, weaken'd with their slain, 
 
 Their ground, at length, could scarce maintain, 
 
 And soon before the incessant flow 
 
 Of rushing squadrons of their foe. 
 
 Had either been coinpell'd to yield 
 
 Or die upon the battle-field ; — 
 
 But succour was at hand. 
 For Picton, Brunswick, Pack, and Grgeme, 
 Cook, Alten, Kempt, of glorious name, 
 With reinforcements forward came 
 
 In many a gallant band ; 
 Who, all resistless in their course, 
 Dash'd onward with the whirlwiud's force, — 
 And vainly did their foes essay 
 To stop their sanguinary way ; 
 For broken, overturn' d, and foU'd, 
 Before their arms the French recoil'd, 
 
 And down a deep ravuie, 
 "Which skirted Boise-de-Boise's wood, 
 Horses and men besmear'd with blood. 
 
 Promiscuously were seen, 
 Rolling in mingled ruin back 
 From their impetuous attack. 
 On either side fresh troops rush'd in, 
 Louder and louder swell'd the din. 
 And fiercer still the battle raged 
 As greater numbers were engaged. 
 
 L
 
 140 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Thus stood the fight when Wellesley's eye 
 Beheld the Belgiac soldiers fly 
 Before their enemies in fear, 
 Lilve startled herd of mountain deer, 
 And keenly by the French pursued — 
 Who for an instant gain'd the wood — 
 " Advance !" he cried, "on, Picton, on ! 
 Seest thou the Belgians have flown ? 
 Forward ! and clear the wood again ! 
 And thou who, for thy father slain. 
 Hast sworn thy Gallic foes shall feel 
 The whetted edge of Brunswick's steel. 
 Let thy impatient soldiers go ; 
 Charge, Brunswick ! charge upon the foe ! " 
 On Picton rush'd — on Brunswick flew — 
 And on went gallant Maitland, who 
 Ne'er shrunk to meet, in battle hour. 
 The fiercest rage of foemen's power : — 
 Onward they roll'd in stern array — 
 And dread the carnage, wild the fray ; 
 Por, shelter'd by the wood, the foe 
 Sent forth a keen, incessant flow 
 Of cannon, grape, and musketry ; 
 Ditch, hedge, and brake, each bush and tree. 
 Conceal' d a Gallic enemy, 
 
 Whence, with unerring aim, 
 They pour'd a fiery, iron shower.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 147 
 
 On the advancing British power, 
 
 Which thiun'd them as they came. 
 
 On, onward still — the combat swells ; 
 
 Shouts, groans, and cheers, and dying yells. 
 Are heard on every side. 
 
 Again the French are forced to yield 
 
 The keen contested battle-field ; 
 
 Again, before the British host. 
 
 They fly like foam by tempest toss'd 
 Prom ocean's raging tide. 
 
 XX. 
 
 With glowing ardour in his breast, 
 The royal Brunswick forward press'd. 
 And, as mid thousands of the Gaul 
 He led his gallant troops, a ball 
 
 Transpierced his noble heart ; 
 And while he cheer'd his followers on. 
 He reeling fell, without a groan 
 
 To teU his dying smart. 
 One moment, overpower'd with grief. 
 His soldiers gaz'd upon their Chief, 
 
 Then turning, rais'd a yell. 
 Long, loud, and dread, as that which broke 
 From Pandemonium's haUs of smoke. 
 When 'neath the Great Eternal's stroke 
 
 The Prince of Darkness fell ! 
 And as their yell of vengeance rose. 
 They rush'd amid their startled foes.
 
 148 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And shouting ■with revengeful rage, 
 111 foenien's blood sought to assuage 
 The hate that bum'd in every soul, 
 And fury that defied control. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 On press'd the British in their course, 
 And still the French in broken force 
 
 Roll'd backward in defeat ; 
 And swiftly from the battle-plain 
 Ney led his foil'd, disorder'd train — 
 Nor dared he to attempt again 
 
 The British charge to meet. 
 Though twice the number stiU he had 
 Of those before whose power he fled ; 
 Nor paused he in his hasty flight, 
 Till, favour'd by the clouds of night. 
 His shatter'd army reached Frasnes, 
 And chafed by the disastrous day ; 
 WhUe, weary with the fight, 
 The British troops reposed upon 
 The field they had so nobly won. 
 And where witli brilliant splendour shone 
 
 The terrors of their might ; 
 And amid slaughter, blood, and rain, 
 Bivouac'd upon the battle-plain. 
 Where, side by side, upon the field. 
 The lifeless did the living shield
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 149 
 
 From the careering storms that flew, 
 And eddying winds which wildly blew. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 The British Chief,' by break of day, 
 Was mounted on his charger bay, 
 Which proudly pranc'd beneath its load, 
 As o'er the plain the Hero rode. 
 Forming his troops in line and square. 
 And biddiag all for fight prepare ; 
 For on that ground 'twas his intent 
 To meet the Galhc armament 
 Which the Imperial Chieftain led. 
 But while from rank to rank he sped, 
 Inspiring aU to deeds of fame, 
 A messenger from Blucher came, 
 With tidings which his plans deranged, 
 And speedily his purpose changed, — 
 Who told him that before the foe 
 The Prussians were retiring slow. 
 Along the dark Dyle's muddy course. 
 Toward Wavre, in unbroken force. 
 And quickly meant to try again 
 Their fortune u])on battle-plain. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 When Wellington these tidings heard. 
 To halt he instant gave the word,
 
 150 THE HUNDRED DATS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And far and wide the trumpet's clang 
 From corps to corps successive rang, — 
 
 While, as it echoed round. 
 The half unfurled banners dropp'd — 
 Each squadron paused — each column stopp'd, 
 
 Obedient to the sound, 
 And -with slow steps, reluctantly, 
 Began upon the broad chaussee, 
 
 Retiring to defile. 
 As from the field the soldiers tum'd. 
 Each heart with disappointment burn'd, 
 
 And sullen was a while, — 
 But soon theii- discipline o'ercame, 
 And duty cool'd theij- passion's flame, 
 And firmly, steadily, and slow. 
 In columns which defied the foe, 
 A dense, invulnerable mass. 
 They march'd through Genappe's narrow pass. 
 
 Nor unattack'd did they retire. 
 For oft, on their receding rear. 
 With many a sanguinary cheer, 
 Dash'd Lancer, Guard, and Cuirassier, 
 And pour'd into the British throng, 
 Wliicli, closely mingled, march'd along, 
 
 A desultory fire : 
 But Uxbridge every charge repell'd, 
 And soon their fiery ardour quell' d. 
 And taught the Gaul to know
 
 THE HtfXDRED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 15] 
 
 That vain are helmet and cuirass,' 
 
 And greaves of steel, and plates of brass, 
 
 When Britons give the blow, — 
 And how all vantageless and frail 
 Is ponderous coat of polish'd mad 
 
 Against an English foe. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 In serried columns, deep and strong. 
 The British array march along. 
 And undisturbed their way pursue 
 Toward the heights of Waterloo, 
 And, with the fast declining day. 
 Round Hougomont and Ter-la-Haye 
 
 Began to gather fast ; 
 And there, in fields of trodden grain, 
 Unshelter'd from the pouring rain. 
 
 And storms which o'er them pass'd. 
 They stretch'd themselves upon the ground. 
 While lightning flashes flew around. 
 And heaven's artillery shook the skies ; 
 And many a gallant heart who lies 
 
 In slumber there, ere morning's break. 
 Shall sleep a sleep from which his eyes 
 
 No call to arms shall ever wake. 
 O'ercome with toil, benumbed with cold. 
 Full many a warrior, young and bold. 
 
 Long ere the dawn of day.
 
 152 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 His soul had yielded 'raid the storm, 
 And on the earth his lifeless form 
 A stiffen'd carcass lay. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Now, on La Belle Alliance's height, 
 Scarce seen amid the gathering night, 
 With what they deem'd success elate. 
 The Gaul began to concentrate ; 
 And as the sullen day expires, 
 They gather round their bivouac fires, 
 Which, through the dark and stormy night. 
 Gleam all along the crowded height ; 
 And, heedless of the tempest's noise. 
 In revelrous and tumult joys. 
 
 As round their wine-cup goes, 
 With many a long and bellowing shout. 
 Their boisterous merriment ring out, 
 
 Heard by their distant foes. 
 And hark ! amid the mingling hum. 
 The trumpet's sound, and rolling drum. 
 There rises from the Gallic throng 
 This wild and bacchanalian song: — 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 " Comrades, pass around the bowl ; 
 Fill, fill your goblets up ! 
 Let mirth ring loud as tempest's howl ! 
 Quaff ! quaff the sparklmg cup !
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OE NAPOLEON. 153 
 
 " Fill, fUl yoiiT wine cups to the brim, 
 And pledge with me this toast — 
 ' Triumph to ns — success to him. 
 The Leader of our host ! ' 
 
 " Drink, di-ink my comrades while you may ; 
 The soldier's heart is light ; 
 The sword and battle-field by day, 
 And revehy by night ! 
 
 " The morrow's dawn may battle bring. 
 And battle death or fame ! 
 Then while we live let pleasure ring ; 
 Life only is a name ! 
 
 " Then, comrades, pass around the bowl, 
 And fiU your goblets up.; 
 Let joy ring loud as tempest's howl. 
 Quaff, quaff the brimming cup !" 
 
 While lightning flash'd, and pealing thunders rang, 
 This boisterous stave fierce Gallia's soldiers sang. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 Napoleon wrapp'd in his capote, 
 Lay in his tent, but slumber'd not ; 
 The anxious thoughts that fill'd his breast 
 Kept his perturbed mind from rest ;
 
 154 THE HtTNDBED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And long in vain he tried to close 
 His weary eyelids in repose. 
 At lengtli a fitful, troubled sleep 
 Did o'er his lulling senses creep ; 
 WTiile on his agitated soul 
 Strange and terrific fancies stole. 
 He thouglit he stood npon a plain, 
 And saw his troops in thousands slain ; 
 And all, in wild confusion toss'd. 
 Tumultuous fly from battle lost ; 
 Wliile midst the proud victorious foes 
 The murder'd D'Enghieu's spirit rose, — 
 Exclaiming with exulting sneer, 
 " Ha ! tyrant, now the hour is near, 
 In wliich npon thy head accurst. 
 The wrath of outraged heaven shall burst ! 
 Remember thou the midnight cell 
 Where D'Enghicn by assassins fell, — 
 And know that vengeance is at hand 
 On him who that foul murder plann'd !" 
 Then next amongst the victor host 
 Appeared Toussaint L'Ouverture's ghost. 
 
 And in derisive scorn. 
 Cried, " Proud usurper, where is now 
 The crown with which so lately thou 
 
 Thy temples did adorn ? 
 Remember Saint Domingo's Chief, 
 Wliom thou with falsehood lured to death ! 
 Whose greatest fault was his belief
 
 THE HUNDRED DAI'S OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Ill despot's word and tyrant's breath : 
 A lingering, cruel death was mine, 
 Now see the doom that shaU be thine ! " 
 
 XXTIII. 
 
 The scene has changed : upon a rock, 
 Round which the foaming billows broke, 
 Chain'd by each limb, he thought he lay, 
 Unshelter'd from the scorching ray 
 
 The tropic sun upon him sent ; — 
 Beneath its fire his hot blood boU'd, — 
 His tongue was parch' d, — his flesh was broU'd, 
 
 But could not die though life seem'd spent !- 
 While o'er him with extended wing 
 A vulture grey was hovering. 
 With open beak, and eyes of flame. 
 And every moment nearer came. 
 Until at length its flutterings ceased, 
 And fix'd its talons in his breast ! 
 And midst his agony and fear 
 A horrid laugh assail' d his ear ; 
 As if ten thousand fiends were there. 
 To mock his suff'rings and despair ! 
 Napoleon gave a sudden scream. 
 And started from his hideous dream, — 
 While on his forehead damp and cold, 
 Large drops of perspiration roU'd. 
 Trembling he glanced around. 
 As if he decm'd his lamp's dim ray
 
 156 THE HUNDKED DAYS OP NAPOLEON. 
 
 Some scene of terror would display ; 
 But all had vanished away, 
 
 And hush'd was every sound, — 
 Save when the bursting thunder broke, 
 And far its rolling echoes woke. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 But while in revelry and joy 
 
 The Trench the passing hours employ, 
 
 Upon Saint Jean's opposing height 
 
 The British show'd a different sight : — 
 
 No sound of revelry was there — 
 
 No boisterous shouts rung through the air ;- 
 
 But all was still ; no voice was heard, 
 
 Save when the watchful sentry's word 
 
 Did to his anxious comrades tell, 
 
 As each horn- pass'd, that all was well. 
 
 And, 'mid the howling of the blast, 
 
 Along the height full quickly pass'd ; 
 
 And while the livid lightnings shed 
 
 An awful splendour round their head, — 
 
 And rolling bursts of thunder sent 
 
 Their peals athwart the firmament. 
 
 With dread-inspiring sound. 
 In solemn silence Britain's troops, 
 Around their bivouac fires in groups, 
 
 Reclined upon the ground ; 
 And oft, while his companions stood 
 To shield him from the tempest rude.
 
 THE HUXDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 157 
 
 Beside the watchfire bending low. 
 In calm, deliberate tone and slow. 
 Some veteran with solemn look 
 Read to his comrades from that book 
 Which tells that vain in battle hour 
 . Is human skill and manhood's power ; 
 
 And to Jehovah's might 
 Doth triumph or defeat belong ; 
 Nor is the victory for the strong. 
 
 But Heaven decrees the fight ; — 
 And ue'er betrays or scorns the trust 
 Of man or host whose cause is just. 
 
 Who on His aid rely ; 
 That book which best can teach to live, 
 And which alone to man can give 
 
 The knowledge how to die. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Kind Reader ! here we leave them for a space ; 
 
 My hand is weary and my harp-strings jar ; 
 And while we pause each energy I'll brace. 
 
 And tune each chord to sing a note of war ; — 
 
 Though harsh my song, and more discordant far 
 Than the rude howl borean tempests fling. 
 
 Yet, it may be, some generous souls there are, 
 Whose kindly ear scorns not the feeble string, 
 And faltering voice with which this varied lay I sing. 
 
 END OF CANTO THE FOURTH.
 
 €in\iQ liftl]. 
 
 I. 
 
 At length on eacli opposing camp, 
 Through misty clouds and vapours damp, 
 
 The Sabbath morning rose ; 
 And sucli a Sabbath day as that 
 Ne'er on creation rose or set, 
 And mankind never witness'd yet 
 
 So dread a Sabbath's close !— 
 God ! that on thy holy day. 
 When man should worship thee and pray, 
 He should his fellow mortal slay ! 
 
 As if his hate and pride 
 The six deem'd not enough to make 
 The world a slaughter-house, to slake 
 His thirst of human blood, and wake 
 
 Thy wrath so long defied, 
 But he the seventh too must take. 
 To let exulting demons see 
 His hatred and contempt of Thee !
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. I5'j 
 
 And to astonish'd angels prove 
 The wonders of long-suffering love ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Slowly the dark clouds pass'd away : 
 And lighter dawu'd the opening day : 
 First on La Belle Alliance's height, 
 Then Mont Saint Jean, appear'd the light. 
 Which to each army's view display'd 
 Their foe in battle form array'd ; 
 While stretching far on either side, 
 A valley did those hosts divide, 
 Through which in many a fleecy fold 
 Dense mists and floating vapours roU'd, 
 Until the clouds which fill'd the vale 
 Were swept away before the gale. 
 Showing a gently sloping plain, 
 Muddy and wet with recent rain. 
 
 III. 
 
 When Gaul's Imperial Chieftain saw 
 
 The clouds pass from the glen. 
 He waved his sabre, shouting, " Ha ! 
 
 I have these English then ! 
 Ere twice two hours they '11 wish, I ween. 
 That they in Albion still had been. 
 And Belgium's plains had never seen ! " 
 And galloping along the height 
 His mighty host prepared for fight,
 
 IRO THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And in the front successively, 
 Ranged cannon, horse, and infantry, — 
 Who ardent and impatient seera'd 
 To rush upon the foe they deem'd 
 Before their power would quickly yield. 
 And fly defeated from the field ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Ah, Gallia ! little dost thou know 
 The tameless courage of thy foe ! 
 Have Salamanca's blood-red plain, 
 Vimiera's, and Vittoria's slain. 
 And Talavera been in vain ? 
 
 And hast thou yet to know, 
 That British soldiers never yield. 
 And WeUesley never quits the field 
 Till victory rests upon his shield. 
 
 And prostrate is his foe ? 
 Ask Victor, Soult, Massena, — well, 
 I deem, with Marmout, they can tell : — 
 
 Dost thou their proof deny ? 
 Or, of thy martial prowess vain, 
 Would'st thou in battle-field again, 
 
 Another venture try ; 
 Since he who hath thy hosts o'erthrown, 
 And bravest leaders, one by one, 
 Who never yet defeat has known, 
 
 Stands forward undismay'd.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 161 
 
 Against thy mightiest Chieftain now, 
 Whom, front to front, so often thou 
 
 Hast wish'd to see array'd ? 
 Go, then, — the issue shall declare 
 Whose brows the conqueror's crown shall wear. 
 
 The British centre, dense and strong, 
 Round La Haye Sainte and Hougomont, 
 
 Prepared for battle fray ; 
 But not tiU many a knee had bent. 
 And many a prayer to heaven was sent. 
 That He who orders each event 
 
 Would so o'errule the day. 
 That they might conquer in the fight, 
 Strike down tyramiic wrong and might. 
 And be of Freedom, Truth, and Right 
 
 The firm support and stay. 
 Along the brow of Mont Samt Jean 
 The left wing stretch' d, and rested on 
 
 The heights of Ter-la-Haye ; 
 The right extended to Merke Braine, 
 Where, swoUen by the recent rain, 
 
 A stream, in foaming flood, 
 Rush'd through the vale which circled round. 
 Skirting the utmost verge of ground 
 
 Where Eugland's squadrons stood : 
 
 M
 
 162   THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 While farther back behind them lay 
 The vale and forest of Soignes, — 
 The scenes of many a wondrous deed, 
 Of woodman's skill and huntsman's speed, 
 By minstrels sung in bygone age, 
 Immortalised in Shakspere's page. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thus stood prepared on either height 
 Each host for sanguinary fight. 
 
 Till hours had pass'd away. 
 As when, with mutual hatred fired, 
 Two lions, with like rage inspii'ed, 
 
 Meet by their destined prey, — 
 Watchful each stands with glaring eyes, 
 To seize his rival by surprise. 
 
 And rend him limb from limb ; 
 And woe, if for a moment's space. 
 Either should turn away his face, 
 
 Or let his eyes grow dim ! 
 'Twas thus the rival armies stood, 
 And cautiously each other view'd ; — 
 Each Leader knew the other's skill, 
 His practised eye, and daring wUl, 
 Which, instant, could detect, and take 
 
 Advantage of each movement made : 
 And never for so high a stake 
 
 Was battle fought, or game e'er play'd.
 
 THE HrNDUED DAYS OF NAPOLEOX. 163 
 
 VII. 
 
 At length a sudden movement ran 
 
 Along the Gallic line, — 
 Horsemen and foot msh'd to the van, 
 And swiftly for the charge began 
 
 Their columns to combine ; 
 Then rose a cloud of fiery smoke. 
 And, louder far than thunder, broke 
 
 The cannon's opening roar. 
 Down from the height the dense cloud roU'd, 
 Hiding within its sulphurous fold 
 
 The swift advancing corps ; 
 And soon emerging from the cloud. 
 With shouts which sounded long and loud ' 
 
 Upon the plain below. 
 The British saw the squadrons proud 
 
 Of their cuirass-clad foe. 
 " Britons, stand firm ! in strength array'd, 
 The foe approaches ! " Wellesley said. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 On flew the Trench, by Jerome led ; 
 The earth, beneath their horses' tread, 
 
 Shook, as they onward rush'd : 
 On, on they like a whirlwind came. 
 Midst wreathing smoke and flashing flame — 
 On, on they dash'd to death or fame. 
 
 With hopes of conquest flush'd.
 
 164 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Eirm as their native island rock. 
 The British troops received the shock 
 
 Of Gaul's impetuous rage. 
 Eiercely and loud the clamour rang, 
 Terrific was the armour's clang, 
 
 As foes with foes engage. 
 The fury of the French attack 
 Forced Nassau's hireling soldiers back 
 
 In wreck and disarray. 
 Burning with rage for Nassau's shame, 
 Alten and Cook, whom nought could tame, 
 
 Rush'd on amid the fray. 
 And with their followers stemm'd the tide 
 Of France's overweening pride ; 
 And aided by Macdonnell's might, 
 Who, like a lion, in the fight. 
 
 His tartan'd clansmen led ; 
 And wheresoever feU his blows 
 There fell ia heaps his slaughtered foes ; 
 
 Till, foiled, at length they fled. 
 They fled but to renew the fight 
 With fiercer rage and greater might. 
 
 For, as the French roU'd back 
 From every charge in disarray, 
 With still increasing numbers they 
 
 Retum'd to the attack. 
 But vain were numbers — vainer still 
 'Gainst British hearts was Gallic skill.
 
 THE HTJNDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 165 
 
 For still the glorious Guards stood fast, 
 And back their foes in tumult cast. 
 
 rx. 
 
 Thus, doubtful, furious, and long, 
 The conflict raged round Hougomont, 
 
 And deafening was the din. 
 Yet fiercer still the battle grows, 
 And louder sounds the echoing blows, — 
 With equal fury foes meet foes. 
 
 But neither lose nor win. 
 From loop-holed walls the British pour 
 A keen, incessant iron shower 
 
 On the advancing Gaul. 
 With equal rage the Frenchmen ply 
 Their terrible artillery 
 
 On Gomont's * batter'd wall. 
 With carnage earth is cover'd o'er, 
 The ground runs red with reeking gore ; 
 And, mingling with the artiUeiy's roar, 
 
 The battle shouts resound. 
 At length, by British valour foiled. 
 The French in disarray recoil'd 
 
 From the contested ground : 
 While Home and Saltoun's Guards rcmain'd 
 Upon the ground so well maiutain'd. 
 
 Gomont is the correct name of what is generally called Hougomont.'
 
 166 THE IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON, 
 
 Round La Haye Sainte, with equal rage. 
 
 Did the terrific battle rage : 
 
 As roll the biUows ou the shore 
 
 When storms arise and tempests roar, 
 
 Sweeping in wild and thundering shock 
 
 Around each headland, point, and rock, 
 
 And threatening in their furious course 
 
 To 'gulf the shore which checks their force, — 
 
 So round Haye Sainte the French troops roU'd, 
 
 Impetuous and uncontroll'd. 
 
 And furious as that ocean's tide 
 
 When whirlwinds on its waters ride ; 
 
 But Kke those waves, when some stern rock 
 
 Unshaken meets their fiercest shock. 
 
 So, baffled, broken, shatter'd, foU'd, 
 
 The French from every charge recoil'd. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Napoleon stood upon a height 
 Watching the progress of the fight. 
 And, fired with rage, beheld the foe 
 His best and bravest troops o'erthrow. 
 
 And with impatience cried, — 
 " Forward, Mourand ! our troops give way ! 
 And Soult retires in disarray. 
 On cuirassiers and infantiy, 
 
 And turn the battle's tide ! "
 
 THE HtrNDKED DAYS OF XAPOLEON. ]67 
 
 On, ou, with Monrand at their head, 
 The cuii-assiers like lightning sped ; 
 And dreadful was the havoc made 
 Among their foes by horsemen's blade. 
 Who fail'd at first to stem the course 
 Of such an overpowering force : 
 With battle's wHd excitement flush'd 
 On column upon column rush'd 
 
 In terrible array ; 
 But, whUe disorder'd with success. 
 The Trench continued to press 
 
 More strongly on La Haye, 
 Swift as the thunderbolts which fly 
 Across the tempest-darken'd sky, 
 And as resistless in their course, 
 On flew a charge of British horse ; 
 
 And as they met their foes. 
 The neigh of steeds, the shout, the crash, 
 The cannon's roar, the armour's clash. 
 
 In awful chorus rose : 
 The solid ground was toss'd and driven, 
 As if by sudden earthquake riven. 
 Yea, e'en the very clouds of heaven 
 
 Vibrated with the sound. 
 Steeds, rearing, on each other dash'd, 
 And often horse and horseman smash'd 
 
 Together on the ground. 
 'Twas man to man, and hand to hand ; 
 Foe fought with foe, brand clash'd on brand,
 
 1G8 TUE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 In quick successive blows ; 
 Until the cuirassiers again, 
 With hundreds trodden down and slain, 
 
 RoU'd back before their foes. 
 
 XII, 
 
 Meanwhile, far onward to the right. 
 Brave Picton stiU maintain'd the fight. 
 
 And with his-Gaelsmen bold. 
 Unmoved received each fiery shock. 
 While mingling with the sultry smoke. 
 The livid gleams of battle broke, 
 
 And lurid round him roll'd. 
 In coats of mail and steel cuirass, 
 On, on, in overwhelming mass. 
 The French troops rush'd ; his kilted band 
 StiU strove their progress to withstand 
 
 Both gallantly and well ; — 
 But vain their efforts to oppose 
 The mighty numbers of their foes, 
 Tor, one by one, beneath their blows 
 
 To earth they slaughter'd fell : 
 Yet still with courage uusubdu'd. 
 The noble Picton dauntless stood. 
 
 Though circled by a host. 
 And almost all his followers slain. 
 He stiU the conflict did maintain. 
 And on liis foes, with proud disdain. 
 Defiance sternly toss'd !
 
 THE HtTNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 169 
 
 Lord Wellington the danger view'd 
 In whicli the gallant Picton stood, 
 
 And shouted, "Anglesea! 
 On to the rescue ! see, our foes 
 In thousands round brave Picton close : — 
 
 On, Kempt and Poasouby ! 
 By Heav'n ! I'd rather lose tlie strife. 
 Or give mine own, ere Picton' s life 
 
 Paid for the victory !" 
 
 XIII. 
 
 With force no barrier could resist 
 The brave dragoons on swiftly press'd, 
 
 Led by Lord Anglesea, 
 And Ponsonby the bold and brave, — 
 But all too late, alas ! to save 
 Brave Picton from a soldier's grave, 
 
 And but in time to see, 
 Amid a circle of the foe, 
 Past on the ground his life's blood flow. 
 And as his noble spirit fled, 
 
 He heard the Highland slogan rise. 
 And Erin's shout of vengeance dread 
 
 Ring midst his reeling enemies ! 
 As ocean's broken waves recede, 
 
 So roll'd the Frenchmen back. 
 While England, with still greater speed, 
 
 Rush'd on to the attack :
 
 170 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Their fury nothing could impede, 
 
 Red slaughter mark'd their track. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Amongst his foes with havoc dread, 
 Brave Ponsonby far onward sped ; 
 Nor mark'd he, as he forward rush'd 
 With courage fired and ardour flush' d. 
 The Gaul in overwhelming force 
 On either side surround his course, 
 
 Until too late he found. 
 That further to advance was vain. 
 And hardly could he hope again 
 
 To reach the British ground ; 
 And now, with one brave follower, he 
 Was far amid the enemy : 
 He spurr'd his horse, but woe the day 
 
 He mounted such a slender steed. 
 And left behind liis charger bay. 
 Which oft amid the battle fray 
 
 Had borne him safely on with speed 
 
 XV. 
 
 He spurr'd his steed, and forward went. 
 But breathless soon and overspent. 
 With hoofs deep sunk in clayey mud, 
 Its feeble limbs entangled stood ; 
 Alike unable to retire. 
 Or shelter seek from foemen's fire,
 
 THE HIJNDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 171 
 
 Which round the warrior pour'd like hail 
 T\Tien raging storms and winds prevail. 
 He look'd around, — no aid was near ; 
 But that was not a glance of fear, 
 But triumpli, which Uluni'd the eye 
 Of death-despising Ponsonby, — 
 As calmly drawiag from his breast 
 A portrait, which he fervid kiss'd. 
 He thus his aide-de-camp address'd. 
 
 In quick but gentle tone :■ — 
 " My gallant friend, if you with life 
 Escape from this terrific strife, 
 
 bear this to my lovely wife — 
 
 The likeness is her own ! 
 And tell her, that in freedom's cause 
 
 1 pour'd my blood, and her name was 
 Breathed from my lips with my last breath, 
 And hung upon my tongue in death ! " 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Scarce to his aide-de-camp had he 
 Thus spoken, when around them flew 
 A troop of Polish lancers, who 
 
 Attack'd the gallant Ponsonby, 
 
 With all the wild ferocity 
 
 Which savage bosoms only know. 
 
 When in their power they see a foe. 
 
 And yet a shrinking terror feel 
 
 At sight of his uplifted steel : —
 
 172 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOIiEON. 
 
 Like some dread monster of the wood 
 Whom long the hunters have pursued, 
 
 When brought at length to bay, 
 Hemni'd in on every side, he stands 
 Glaring upon the glittering brands 
 
 Which on him press to slay ; 
 So, circled round on every side. 
 The noble warrior stood and died ! 
 Nor 'scaped his aide-de-camp to tell 
 How dauntlessly his leader fell ; 
 He scom'd to fly before his foes, — 
 And could not long withstand their blows, 
 Preferring, rather than retreat. 
 To share his gallant leader's fate ; 
 And bravely fought, and nobly died, — 
 A hero, by a hero's side ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 With dark plumes waving o'er each brow, 
 The tartan'd sons of Scotia now — 
 
 StiU as the thunder cloud. 
 Ere peals athwart the hoUow sky 
 The roar of heaven's artillery, 
 
 With echo long and loud ; 
 Flew forward with the whirlwind's force, 
 A serried mass of foot and horse. 
 To meet their foes ; and onward too 
 The steel-clad Trenchmen swiftly flew.
 
 THE HTJNDBED DATS OF KAFOLEON. 173 
 
 Deeming by numbers to o'erthrow 
 The charge of their advancing foe ; 
 But onward stUl the British bore, 
 And, high above the camion's roar. 
 The Highland foot and Scottish Greys 
 Theii" dreaded battle-cry did raise, — 
 
 " Scotland for ever !" was theii- shout 
 As forward to the charge they flew ; 
 And well, I ween, their foemen knew 
 
 That shout which had so oft rung out. 
 With import dread on every plain 
 In Portugal and thankless Spain ; — 
 That shout, which in Vimiera's fight, 
 Vittoria's rout, Busaco's height. 
 At Badajos and Talavera, 
 At Rolifa and Albuera, 
 Barossa's ridge, Almeida's slain. 
 On Salamanca's gory plain. 
 At Orthez, and at Toulouse red, — 
 Where blood in bootless stream was shed, 
 That shout which aye to foeman's ear 
 Is pregnant with defeat and fear ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 On, on the northern warriors bore, 
 O'er heaps of slain, through pools of gore ; — 
 Kempt, Alien, HaUcet, Grant, and Pack, 
 Undaunted rush'd to the attack ;
 
 174 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And Somerset, and Clinton too, 
 Cook, Lambert, Byng, and Vivian flew. 
 And many more of noble name 
 
 And dauntless heart were there ; 
 But none who own'd a brighter fame. 
 Or bolder heart than Walter Grteme ; 
 Or could to higher honours claim 
 
 Than gallant Lord Delware ; 
 And none rush'd swifter on than they 
 To meet their foes in battle fray. 
 
 XIX, 
 
 The Gallic Chief mark'd from afar 
 The rolling tide of British war, 
 
 And trembled with dismay, 
 As back his boasted troops recoil'd 
 
 Li wreck and disarray ; 
 His blood with rage within him boil'd. 
 To see, by British valour foil'd. 
 
 His veterans give way. 
 " How irresistible in might 
 Those terrible gray-horsemen fight !" 
 Admiring mucli, but more in spite, 
 
 Thus Gaul's proud Leader cried. 
 As he beheld, swift rolling on. 
 The noble sons of Caledon, 
 
 In victory and pride : 
 And trying, as a last resource, 
 To turn the adverse battle's course
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OJ? NAPOLEON. 175 
 
 With his Imperial Guards, whom he 
 Had oft found in extremity 
 To seize the palm of victory 
 
 When it seem'd aU but lost. 
 On, on they dash'd in dread array, 
 Led by the ever dauntless Ney, 
 
 Of France the pride and boast ; 
 D'Erlon, Milhaud, Foy, and Bertrand, 
 Excelmans, Pajol, and Mourand, 
 
 ReUle, Vandame, and Labau ; 
 And Kellerman, whose daring hand 
 
 Full well his foemen know; 
 Duhesme, Drouet, Labedoyere ; 
 Devaux and Maret, too, were there, — 
 With many a brave and gallant name 
 High in the roU of martial fame. 
 Down from the height they sped fuU fast. 
 The intervening vale they pass'd, 
 
 Ai'ray'd in all their might ; 
 And swift as some tornado's force, 
 Continued their impetuous course 
 
 Up the opposing height. 
 
 XX. 
 
 The British Chief, who on that height 
 Watched every movement of the fight 
 Which surged and raged and roar'd around, 
 And fiU'd the air and shook the ground,
 
 l?G TUE UUNDBED DAYS OF NAPOLEON, 
 
 Saw, with flush'd cheek and eager eye, 
 
 The old heroic Guards draw nigh 
 
 In swift and terrilile array. 
 
 And springing forward from his post, 
 
 Flew on amid his serried host ; 
 
 For well he knew that with that band 
 
 The mighty struggle soon must end. 
 
 " Britons, stand firm ! — what wiU they say, 
 
 In England, if we lose the day ? 
 
 Brave soldiers, we must not be beat ; 
 
 Stand fast, — we '11 win the battle yet ! 
 
 Wiu it ! had I now that host 
 
 With which, ten months ago. 
 The rugged Pyrenees I cross'd — 
 
 Disbanded at Bordeaux — 
 Ere now, in ruin wildly toss'd, 
 His standards taken, torn, or lost, 
 
 Had been yon mighty foe ; 
 But yet, with Heaven's approving wUl 
 Our gallant bands shall conquer stUl."* 
 'Twas thus, at times, the British Chief 
 Address'd his troops with greeting brief; — 
 For he, regardless of his life. 
 Was ever in the fiercest strife. 
 
 * Some years after the battle of Waterloo, the Duke of Wellingtc>n 
 said, " If he had had the same army there he had crossed the Pyrenees 
 with ten months before, and which was disbanded at Bordeaux, the battle 
 of Waterloo would not have lasted two hours."
 
 THE HUjSTDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 177 
 
 Rather liis men to check, — 
 Who buru'd, impatient, to advance 
 Against the boasted troops of Prance, — 
 
 And hold their courage back, 
 Than that their spirit did require 
 His presence to sustain its ftre : 
 No, every Briton on that field 
 Will win or die, — but never yield ! 
 
 xsi. 
 
 On came the Gaul, and swept around 
 
 The British squares, which to the ground 
 
 Seem'd rooted, — so unmoved they met 
 
 This last and teiTible onset 
 
 Of the Imperial Guard, who came 
 
 With valour worthy of their fame. 
 
 They stirr'd not till great Wellesley gave 
 
 The word — " Advance ! my warriors brave ; 
 
 The foe hath ventured his last stake, 
 
 Nor can another effort make ! 
 
 On, Guards ! the day is ours !" he cried ; 
 
 The soldiers with a shout replied. 
 
 And like a tempest-ridden tide 
 
 Rush'd forward on their foes. 
 Fast blows on blows successive fell, 
 And mingling with the conflict's yell, 
 Shouts, groans, and shrieks, in horrible 
 
 Commingled chorus rose ; 
 
 N
 
 178 THE IIUNDEED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 While loud the dread artillery roar'd, 
 And fuU five hundred cannon pour'd 
 
 Ball, chain-shot, grape, and shell ; 
 And fast as hail iu winter's day, 
 An iron shower of musketry 
 
 With dreadful havoc fell ! 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Now, 'mid the thickest of the fight, 
 
 Rush'd on the brave Delware : 
 Before his arm of matchless might 
 The boldest foes shrunk wdth affright, 
 And woe unto the luckless wight 
 
 Who did his vengeance dare ; 
 Until a foe of bolder mien 
 Amidst the Gallic ranks was seen : 
 
 And as he nearer came 
 His waving plume, and bearing bold. 
 The gallant Prince of Moskowa told. 
 
 Than whose a braver name. 
 Did not in all the martial throng 
 Of France, to warrior belong. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 The brave Delware mark'd IMarshal Ney, 
 And flew to meet him in the fray ; 
 And meeting, for a moment's space, 
 Scann'd well each other's sraoke-grim'd face,
 
 THE HTJNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 179 
 
 While, with one foot advanced, 
 Each raised his sabre o'er his head, 
 Whose blade with reeking blood was red, 
 
 Their eyes defiance glanced ; 
 Then cautiously began the strife, 
 For well each knew that death or life 
 
 Might on his arm depend. 
 The warriors equal power display'd — 
 Each plied with equal skiU his blade — 
 
 Fast did their blows descend ; 
 Their sabres clashed with echoing clang, 
 With every blow their armour rang 
 
 Far through the battle-field. 
 At length Delware received a stroke. 
 Which at the hilt his sabre broke, 
 
 And wounded, backward reel'd. 
 Exulting in his victory, 
 
 Ney cried—" Now, Briton, yield ! 
 Delay not, or by heaven you die !/' 
 " Then strike !" tlie prostrate hero said ; 
 
 " Delware has never seen 
 The foe of whom he was afraid ; 
 And, but for my unfaithful blade. 
 Perchance the ground whereon I'm laid, 
 
 Thy resting-place had been. 
 And had this adverse fate of mine. 
 Thou haughty warrior, been thine. 
 The cannon's roar and rolling drum 
 Had sounded thy viaticum ! "
 
 180 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 With passion fired, Ney raised liis hand, 
 And pois'd aloft his di-ippiug brand, 
 Prepar'd to pierce, with one fell blow. 
 The bosom of his bleeding foe. 
 But suddenly his arm was stay'd 
 By a fresh foeman's flashing blade ; 
 
 Tor like a wounded lion came. 
 All grim'd with smoke, and clay, and blood. 
 And o'er the wounded warrior stood 
 
 The young and gallant Graeme, — 
 Who rais'd his broadsword in the air 
 Above the prostrate Lord Delware, 
 Exclaiming, as he turned away 
 The deadly thnist of furious Ney, 
 " Hold ! sliame on thee to aim a blow 
 At fallen and disarmed foe ! " 
 Nor further spoke : in such a strife, 
 When nation's strive for fame or life. 
 Men have not time to waste in words — 
 Their only language is their swords. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 With eyes that glar'd hie balls of fire. 
 Each warrior paused m furious ire, 
 And speedily one of those twain. 
 In mortal combat had been slain ; 
 But while they on each other gaz'd. 
 Erect for fight, with sabres raised.
 
 THE HTJNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 181 
 
 The troops rusli'd in on either side, 
 And deeper swell'd the battle's tide ; 
 And midst the dread, tumultuous throng, 
 Ney by the crowd was borne along, 
 T\Tiich back in wild confusion roU'd 
 Before the British legions bold. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Sir Walter Graeme then turu'd and rais'd 
 The bleeding warrior from the ground ; 
 And as he strove to staunch the wound, 
 
 Delware on Ids preserver gaz'd 
 With feelings which no words could tell, 
 While from his eye a tear-drop fell 
 Of mingled grief, remorse, and shame, 
 And gratitude to Walter Grseme : 
 Then, with emotions which defied 
 All efforts of control, he cried — 
 " And is it, then, to thee I owe 
 My rescue from a ruthless foe ? 
 And was it thou who in the strife. 
 To shelter me, risk'd thme own life ? 
 
 Come, let me press thee to my heart — 
 And pray forgive my pride and scorn, 
 "Which thou hast ever meekly borne. 
 
 Though keen, I know, hath been the smart ; 
 And now, shouldst thou escape with life, 
 From this terrific field of strife,
 
 182 TirE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And since thou dost so nobly prove 
 How much thou dost my daughter love. 
 With my best blessing she shall be 
 United, noble Grseme, to thee ! 
 Perchance she slightly may atone 
 For wrongs which I to thee have done ! " 
 
 Sir Walter heard these words, and stood 
 Entranc'd with joy ; he could not speak — 
 His glowing eye and flushing cheek 
 
 Plainer fai* than language could 
 His ecstasy of soul confess'd ; 
 He spoke not, but in silence press'd. 
 With fervent clasp, the proifer'd hand 
 The noble warrior did extend. 
 
 xxvii. 
 
 Two hours ere noon began the fray. 
 And raged throughout the summer's day ; 
 And iiercely still, at evening's close. 
 With slaughter red, foes rush'd on foes ; 
 Till, foil'd at length and forc'd to yield. 
 The French were driven from the field ; 
 When, as they back in ruin reel'd, 
 
 That instant in the west, 
 Ere yet he sunk, forth throuffh a cloud. 
 Which all day like a floating shroud 
 
 Had hidden his bright crest, 
 With lurid beam the red sun broke. 
 Piercing the sulphury battle smoke,
 
 • 
 
 THE HTJNDUED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 183 
 
 And on the British columns shed, 
 
 As on in victory they sped, 
 A ray of dazzling glory ; 
 
 And seem'd to linger on the height, 
 
 Watcliing the fortune of the fight, 
 
 Till victory shone on Britain's might- 
 Then rush'd to tell the story 
 
 To other worlds,— if worlds there be 
 
 That this sublunar orb can see, 
 
 Or care ought for its destiny,— 
 
 That Europe, yea, the world, is free. 
 And England's power proclaim : 
 
 And tell of the acliievenients done 
 
 That day by mighty Wellington, 
 And publish forth his fame, 
 
 TiU distant spheres, and world's unknown 
 
 To mortal ken shall bless and own 
 The glory of Ms name. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Tvapoleon mark'd amid the fray 
 His " Sacred Band"* in disarray 
 
 And ruin wildly toss'd ; 
 While far upon his right he viewed, 
 Fast issuing from Samt Lambert's wood. 
 
 The van of Prussia's host : 
 
 Napoleon called his fa.mous Invincible Guards by the name of " Sacred 
 
 Band."
 
 184 THE HUNDRED DAYS OE NAPOLEON. 
 
 And onward, in resistless tide, 
 The British rush in victor pride, — 
 When, frantic with despair, he cried, 
 
 "Sauve qtd pent ! — all is lost ! " 
 Then wild the scene, and horrible 
 And fearful was the conflict's swell. 
 As, mingled with the victims' yell. 
 
 And shrieks of dread despair. 
 Loudly upon their flying foes. 
 The British shout of victory rose 
 
 Triumphant in the air. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 " Let 's save ourselves ! " Napoleon said. 
 
 And soon his selfish warning spread 
 
 With lightning's speed throughout the throng 
 
 That roU'd tumultuously along : — 
 
 "Same qui petit !" then on every side 
 
 The Gaul amid the battle cried ; 
 
 Then- arms in terror from them toss'd, 
 
 And fled with shouts of " All is lost ! " 
 
 Napoleon saw the ruin spread, 
 
 And, turning, spurr'd his horse and fled ; 
 
 And there forsook in danger's hour, 
 
 Leaving a prey to foemen's power. 
 
 Those troops who had so nobly stood, 
 
 And for his cause pour'd forth their blood.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. ]85 
 
 In vain they call on him to lead, 
 And stUl for him they '11 whi or bleed. 
 AH heedless of their fate, he flies 
 In terror from his enemies. 
 He who so lately aped a god. 
 And deem'd that kingdoms at his nod 
 Would fawning sue, and trembling bow 
 Before the blood-ensanguined crown 
 Which sat on his tyi'annic brow. 
 
 Nor dare provoke his wrathful frown. 
 Now flies a ruin'd fugitive, 
 Afraid to die, still fain to live, — 
 
 More like a bandit than a King ! 
 He shuns the fate he should have sought ; — 
 O Bonaparte, who would have thought 
 
 Thee such a worthless thing ! 
 Hadst thou been what thy country deem'd, 
 And what thou for a time e'en seem'd — 
 
 A Hero, — on that battle-field. 
 Where thy brave troops so nobly fought, 
 A soldier's death thou shouldst have sought, 
 
 And died upon thy broken shield. 
 What ! thou a Hero ! —if that name 
 Thou ever hast presumed to claim, 
 
 'Tis lost for ever now : — 
 Thy pride, thy power, thy martial fame, 
 Axe broken, sunk, and turn'd to shame^ 
 Thy cowardice and flight proclaim 
 
 How mean a thing art thou !
 
 18G THE IIUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Go, tlieu, and tell to hapless Gaul 
 Thou saw'st — for thee — her bravest fall, 
 
 While thou didst shun their fate, 
 And fled — nor once essay'd to save 
 A wi-eck of thy forsaken brave. 
 
 Who worshipp'd thee so late ! 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Ney stm with desperate courage fought, 
 And vainly death in battle sought, 
 And bravely strove to stem the tide 
 Of conquest, which no power could bide. 
 The hardy children of the north, 
 With Erin's fiery sons rush'd forth, 
 And, as they dash'd amid their foes, 
 Loud through the din their war-cry rose : 
 The battle slogan of the Gael, 
 
 And Erin's dread hurrah. 
 Made Gallia's boldest hearts grow pale, 
 As, swiftly rushing from the vale, 
 
 Their serried ranks they saw. 
 Nor were the sturdy English slow 
 To hurl destruction on their foe : 
 Their silent, stern, and solid band 
 Nought could impede, oppose, withstand. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 The brave Mourand beheld with grief 
 The dastard fliglit of GaUia's Chief,
 
 THE HTTNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 187 
 
 And heard with rage, amid the host. 
 The craven cry of — " All is lost !" 
 
 And " Sauvons, sauvez vo7(s /" 
 His scabbard to the ground he toss'd. 
 
 And midst the slaughter flew, 
 Determined on that field of strife 
 
 A soldier's death to die. 
 And never, to preserve his life. 
 
 Before his foes to fly. 
 On like a thunderbolt he sped, 
 Nor paused until his steed lay dead 
 
 Beneath him on the field ; 
 When, spriuging up, still unsubdued, 
 Stain'd by his dying charger's blood. 
 Alone amid his foes he stood. 
 
 Who call'd on him to yield. 
 " No ! never shall a foeman's ear 
 From me the word surrender hear ! " 
 He cried ; " for on this field I'll die 
 For Glory, France, or Victory!" 
 Unwilling that so brave a foe 
 
 Should fall in such a hopeless strife. 
 The British cried, " Go, warrior, go ! 
 
 Thy boldness has preserved thy life." 
 Then, with a look of haughty pride — 
 " I came not here," Count Mourand cried, 
 " From British hands ray life to crave : 
 Think ye, I am so mean a slave
 
 188 THE HUNDKED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 As tremble for a fate I scorn ? 
 
 Por know that I this day have sworn 
 
 In battle to expire ! 
 Britons, your offer'd grace I spui'n ! 
 
 And now, your wrath to fire, 
 Have my defiance, bold and high, 
 And thus your vengeance I defy !" 
 He said, and from a pistol sent 
 
 A ball amongst his foes. 
 Which through a soldier's bosom went — 
 And as his comrades saw the rent 
 
 A yell of vengeance rose. 
 And in an instant, on the sand, 
 A bleeding corse lay Count Mourand. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 By tliis, before the British might, 
 The Gaul from Belle Alliance's height 
 
 In tumult and destruction fled. 
 Before them, Prussia's ardent host 
 Their ranks in wilder ruin toss'd ; 
 
 Behind, was death and carnage red : 
 The foremost died, the liindmost bled. 
 And fell in mingled slaughter dread. 
 That army which at morning's tide, 
 Array'd in aU a nation's pride. 
 Stood flusli'd with hope, and full of life. 
 With courage keen for battle strife —
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 189 
 
 Where is its boasting now ? alas ! 
 
 A shatter' d, wild, tumultuous mass 
 
 Of mingled ruin now it flies 
 
 From its victorious enemies ! 
 
 Who turns to iight, but turns to die, 
 
 And death takes liim who tui-ns to fly !* 
 
 XXXIIl. 
 
 It needs not, Reader, that I teU 
 Who bravest fought, and noblest fell. 
 
 Amid that battle fray : 
 Did I attempt to tell eacli name 
 That gain'd renown and deathless fame. 
 
 Upon that glorious day, 
 'Twould be — ^hard task — but to rehearse 
 That morning's battle roll in verse. 
 For all in deeds of glory vied. 
 And with like courage fought or died ; 
 Such were an endless theme, yet still, 
 Such names as Somerset and HUl, 
 
 Saltoun and Auglesea, 
 Clinton, Grant, Maitland, Cooke and Grteme, 
 Halket, and Kempt of glorious name, 
 Byng, Adam, Barnes, of martial fame, 
 
 Picton and Ponsonby ; 
 Delanccy, Lambert, Alten, Pack, 
 
 * " Who fights finds death, and death finds him who flies."— "Virgil.
 
 190 THE ntJNDEEB DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 Macdonnell, Gordon, wliose attack 
 Made Trance's bravest troops roll back, 
 
 Vivian and Vandeleur ; 
 Home, Warrington, and Douglas, too, 
 And Stapleton, the brave and true ; 
 Such names as these might well prolong. 
 And give a halo to my song 
 
 That ever should endure — 
 Names which shaU never be forgot. 
 Though he who sings this tuneless note 
 
 May in oblivion lie ; 
 Whose high renown shall be the theme 
 Of poet's song and hero's dream. 
 And through succeeding ages beam 
 
 With dazzling brilliancy. 
 And Blucher, faithless were my tongue, 
 And worthless were the minstrel's song, 
 
 If he denied to thee 
 The glory thou so fairly won. 
 And shar'd with greater Wellington, 
 
 In that proud victory. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 And thou who for a world enslav'd 
 The chilling taunts of envy brav'd. 
 
 And Freedom's guardian stood. 
 And boldly breath'd in danger's hour.
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 191 
 
 Defiance to the despot's power, 
 
 And scorn'd his fiercest mood ; 
 Thou Champion, who, in Europe's cause. 
 Restored pale Freedom's trampled laws. 
 Nor in thy bright career didst pause 
 
 Till thou hadst freed the world ; 
 And Portugal and Spain had been 
 Cheer' d by thy glorious baiuier's sheen. 
 And Gallia had thy standard seen 
 
 Triumphantly uufurl'd ! — 
 Great Wellington, should e'er this page — 
 Vain thought, I fear — thine eyes engage. 
 With kindness look upon my lay. 
 And cast it not, in scorn, away ; 
 Nor of my boldness harshly deem 
 For daring such a lofty theme.* 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 And you, ye gaUaut, glorious Band, — 
 War-heroes of your native land, 
 Well might your deeds of martial fame 
 The song of prouder minstrel claim, — 
 For, evermore, your names will be 
 A talisman of victory. 
 When nations struggle to be free ; 
 And tyrants long shall quake with fear 
 When Waterloo sounds in their ear ! 
 
 • This was written during the life-time of the Duke.
 
 192 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NArOLEON. 
 
 And freeborn men will bless the glorious fight 
 Where ye so well inaintain'd fair Europe's right. 
 And broke the Tyrant's chains, and crush'd the Despot's 
 might ! 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 And thou, whose lustful love of power 
 Made vengeance long upon thee lower, 
 Tni thy ambition roused the blow, 
 And waked the wrath that o'er thy head 
 Burst forth with sweeping fm-y dread. 
 
 And prostrate laid thee low — 
 Begone, thou puppet ! for thy day 
 For ever now has pass'd away. 
 
 Go to thy prison rock ; — 
 Go, go by earth and heaven accursed ! 
 Thy bubble is for ever burst, 
 The demon which thy bosom nui-s'd, 
 
 Thy misery doth mock ! 
 And there, like liim whom poets teU, 
 'Neath Jove's avenging fury fell. 
 
 Endure thy retributive fate, 
 While vultures of ambition gnaw. 
 And tear thy heart with gory claw. 
 
 Unceasing and insatiate ! 
 Go, chafe and foam in petty rage. 
 Because thou canst no more engage, 
 
 In bloodshed, spoil, and war ;
 
 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 193 
 
 Go, strut, and fret, and vent thy spleen, 
 And show how abject, poor, and mean. 
 
 Such things as tyrants are ! 
 And like a child by passion toss'd. 
 For worthless toy, or bauble lost, 
 
 Thy clamorous grief proclaim ; 
 Because the crown thy temples bore, 
 Will never grace thy forehead more. 
 
 And perish'd is thy fame. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 Oh, when I think of thee iu youth. 
 By ardour fired, pursuing truth, 
 
 By truth to justice led ; 
 Or, springing forth amidst a wUd, 
 Chaotic scene around thee piled. 
 When, suddenly, beneath thy hand, 
 As if by some enchanter's wand. 
 
 Thy country's ruin fled. 
 And at thy bidding France arose, 
 The fear and wonder of her foes, — 
 I scarce can think thou art the same, 
 So sunk in crune, so lost to fame ! 
 Hadst thou employ'd for higher ends 
 Thy mighty mind and busy hands. 
 
 What miglit'st thou not have done ? 
 Thou might'st have made thy country great, 
 A glorious, free, and happy state, 
 
 As ever saw the sun, 
 

 
 194 THE HUNDRED DAYS OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 And given a halo to thy name 
 Of pure and never-dying fame ; 
 But thou thy talents misapplied 
 To sclf-aggraudisement and pride, 
 And mad Ambition's phantom ray 
 Lured thee too readily astray, 
 Until aggression, war, and strife 
 Became thy very breath of life. 
 
 And kindled in thy brain 
 The thirst of universal power. 
 To see in slavish terror cower 
 
 The world beneath thy reign. 
 Go, go, and let thy history 
 A lesson and a warning be. 
 That Heaven is just, and crime and wrong, 
 However powerful and strong. 
 Not even on earth, can prosper long. 
 
 THE END. 
 
 JA.MK3 S. VIRTUE, PHlNTliK, CITY ROAD.
 
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