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tradicted, has been retouched in consequence of any statements advanced by the above author. ENGLISH MINISTERIAL FALSEHOO DS. The horror which it has been the fashion either to feel or to affect at the name of a Frenchman, without being taken off the nation at large, has been latterly concentrated and accumulated upon the head of Napoleon; whom, after exhausting every opprobrious epithet before unapplied to any potentate, it was at last agreed to designate as the Enemy of the human race, a title belonging par ercellence, to the Evil One, and calculated to inspire a sort of blind terror and universal detestation of this Satannic personage. Posterity will hardly know how to reconcile the proverbial courage and sense of our countrymen with the expression of such fears as they will find in the predictions and revelations of the preachers and politicians of the present age ; who, by helping out the Apocalypse with an anagram, behold in this warrior sometimes the Horned Beast, at others Apollyon himself. The children of the present generaation have been taught to start at the name of Bonaparte as if he was in the bush ; our colleges and academies have given prizes to those who should best portray his crimes. The painter has sketched a countenance to correspond with the fanced features of treason, murder, cruelty, and pride. Not the terrors of a degenerate Roman could have beheld the imp-begotten Attila under an aspect so hideous. The pious, from their pulpit, prayed for that resignation, patience, and humility, under this scourge of God, which were recommended from the benches of parliament as the true Christian virtues necessary for those who were to be borne along without a murmur by the current of events, to bear all trial of taxation, and to be content with the mean instruments through whom (the help and cunning of man being altogether of no avail) they might, in the appointed time and hour, work out their salvation. Such was the general feeling; to be insensible to which was looked upon as the proof of a hardened mind, perverted by, or perhaps already associated with wickedness. It is true, and more strange, that, in order

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tives, became an idle tale, abandoned at last by those who gave to them their original credit. The Emperor of the French, King of Italy, Protector of the . Confederation of the Rhine, was still to be charged with withdrawing from his throne and his myriads in arms, to strangle an unarmed British sailor; and it was still to be accounted a want of patriotism for an Englishman to regard

him in any other light than the murderer

of his countrymen. The fall of this

Dagon by no means terminated the persecution of his name, nor of his im

puted worshippers.

Those who knew him most, liked him

least ; a vulgar familiarity constituted all the charm of his converse, which, after all, could have no effect upon the open heart of plain honesty, averse to the blandishments of a knave. Not content to visit with indignation those who did not regard him as the weakest and the most dangerous being in existence, yet without any power of attraction; as the most insignificant and the most to be dreaded of mortals, yet never to be listened to for a moment; it was found useful to assert, that the admiration of such a character, which was to be so much deprecated, did not in fact exist. A scandalous story had been told of the inclinations manifested towards this worthless personage by the crew of the frigate which conveyed him to Elba. It

was too true and undeniable that the .

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The sailors of the Undaunted frigate are stated to have resisted all that cajolement which succeeded with the officers; and to have refused a gratuity offered them at disembarkation by the emperor, in terms both rude and contemptuous— “they would take none of Mr. Bonaparte's money.” Could the writer of the memoir have invented both the refusal and the speech 2. He should have known that the sailors did receive about four hundred louis d'ors from Napoleon; and that the boatswain, in their name, addressed him on the quarter-deck, in a short harangue, in which he thanked his honour, and wished him long life and prosperity in the island of Elba, and better luck another time. The fact is notorious to every man on board the frigate at the time : as to the fiction, I know not to what extent it has been believed or spread. THE KING OF THE NETHERLANDS. The Prince of Orange has buckled on his armour, and has forbidden the English under his command to say that Bonaparte is a great man. By some accident, no one talks of his father, nor seems to recollect that he was one of the last batch of kings. . His Majesty the king of the Netherlands is a sound not yet familiar to Brussels, where the garlands are yet green that adorned his triumphal entry. The town-house and some few houses in the park are hung with stripes of orangebunting; and by the edge of the canal leading to the palace of Lächen is a triumphal arch, recording the reception of Gulielmus Primus. These machines, and the placard of that article of the Vienna Congress by which the Netherlanders were transferred to the house of Nassau, are the only evidences that put you in mind of the new monarchy. . If you mention the king, they ask you whether you allude to the old prince, or to Louis XVIII. His Majesty is very kind and condescending :-he received a ball from the citizens' wives the other day, and honoured a puppet-show (I speak literally) with his presence. Yesterday he was at the theatre : it was ill lighted, and worse attended ; not a person of apparent gentility was present, to greet the new sovereign. Some thirty stood up in the pit when he entered ; but,

when the play closed, every body moved off without ceremony, not waiting for his Majesty's exit.

The general disinclination of the Belgians to their union with Holland is acknowledged on all hands. It is not so clear that they are attached to France: but it is no less certain than reasonable, that they would prefer annexation to any power sufficiently strong to carry the war into a foreign territory, instead of fighting for their own borders.

The occupation of Belgium by France was supposed to be the necessary and instant consequence of Napoleon's return. The day was fixed for his arrival at Brussels. mand of the French army and people, and the desire of the Belgians themselves.


No disturbance of any kind has taken place in Paris. The accounts in the English newspapers, which would make it appear that this capital is as on the day of the Barricades, are known by those on the spot to be most ridiculous and malicious forgeries. I see, in those honourable channels of ministerial falsehood and folly, that the partisans of Napoleon are insulted in the streets, and ladies, the wives of generals, torn from beneath the windows of the palace by the mob, for wearing imperial purple or violet-coloured robes—that strong guards surround the Tuileries and patrol the streets—that the emperor never sleeps twice in the same bed—never shews himself without distrust and an ill reception, and takes every precaution against assassination. The whole is untrue srom beginning to end—invented either in London by Mr. de Blacas and his worthy stipendiary of the Times, or transmitted from hearsay and the reports of the royalists on the coasts of Brittany. The misinformation of the Engglish journals may well attract the attention of the continental world, and it is impossible to read their representations

of the state of things in France and Par

is without indignation and contempt, particularly such of them as are stamped

with the true image of official effrontery:

but what can be expected from men who take as much pains to be ignorant, and pertinaciously to avert all fact, as others

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employ to obtain a fair statement of them 7 (REVIEW OF THE NATIONAL GUARD. I have seen him twice : the first time, on Sunday the 16th, at the review of the national guards; the second time, at the Francais, on the following Friday, April 21, at his first visit to that theatre since his return. Having witnessed the first appearance of the Bourbon princes last year in front of the national guard and at the same theatre, I am able to make some comparison between the two receptions, and what is called the popularity of each dynasty. I was in the apartments in the Tuileries allotted to Madame la Reine Hortense, who was present at one of the windows, together with some ladies of the court. The beautiful was of the party: she manifested the utmost inquietude ; told me that she had no alarm from the guards, but was uneasy at the appearance of several people in plain clothes crowding round the steps of the great porch of the palace, where the emperor was to mount his horse : however, she recovered herself, and seemed to forget her fears, when the discharges of cannon at the Invalides announced the surrender of Marseilles, and the pacification of the whole empire. By half-past one, twenty-four battalions of the guard had marched into the court of the Tuileries. There were no troops of the line or of the imperial guard under arms on that day, but there were several military men amongst the spectators about the porch, who consisted chiefly of women and of the above-mentioned persons, apparently of the lower classes. Your friend and myself, were, I think, the only gentlemen in plain clothes. We waited silently, and for some time at the window; the anxiety of the ladies was renewed, but instantly dissipated by the shouts of Vive l'Empereur, which announced that Napoleon was on horseback. He rode off to the left of the line, but the approaching shouts told that he was returning. An officer rode quickly past the windows, waving his sword to the lines to fall back a little, and shortly afterwards followed Napoleon himself, with his suite, and distinguished from amidst their waving plumes and glittering uniforms, by the

far-famed unornamented hat, and his simple coat and single star and cross. He cantered down the lines; as he pass- .

ed near the spot at which I had placed

myself for a better view, he suddenly drew up and spoke to a man in the ranks: an old soldier near me said aloud, without addressing himself to any one (the tears glistening in his eyes,) “See how he stops to read the petition of the meanest of his army.” I caught repeated glances of him as he glided through the ranks, at the end of each of which he stopped a short time, as well as before several soldiers in the line, who held out petitions for his acceptation. His progress was announced from right to left and left to right, by continued acclamations. The battalions then moved nearer towards the palace in close order; the gates in front of the triumphal arch were thrown open, and the remaining twenty-four battalions, marching from the Place du Carousel in the court, were inspected in the same manner by the emperor. Afterwards a space was made vacant in the midst of the court, half way between the palace and the triumphal arch. Napoleon advanced thither with his staff drawn round behind him. A large body of the officers of the national guard then quitted their ranks and rushed towards the emperor,who addressed them in a speech. After some thronging and movements, the emperor wheeled round into an open space, before the porch of the Tuileries, and put himself in front of his staff to review the whole body of the troops who prepared to pass by in columns of companies: two officers of the guard were kind enough to push me forwards within ten paces of him ; many of the spectators were about the same distance from him on his right and his left, whilst a whole line of them stood opposite, just far enough to allow the columns to march between them and the emperor.—The staff were behind; Count Lobau was close upon his left, with his sword drawn. Scarcely had a regiment passed, when he suddenly threw his foot out of the stirrup, and, coming heavily to the ground, advanced in front of his horse, which was led off by an aide-de-camp, who rushed forwards, but was too late to take hold of his stirrup. The mar


One of Napoleon's Reviews.

shals and the staff dismounted, except Count Lobau. A grenadier of the guard, without arms, stood at the emperor's left hand, a little behind ; some spectators were close to his right. The gendarmerie on horseback took but little pains to keep them at a respectful distance. The troops were two hours passing before him ; during the whole of which time any assassin, unless disarmed by his face of fascination, might have shot or even stabbed him. Sir Neil Campbell, who found him so ordinary a being, would hardly forgive me for being thus particular in the description of my first sight of the man, who, without my taking into consideration whether he be “a spirit of health or goblin damned,” fixed my eyes and filled my imagination. The vast palace of kings—the moving array before me—the deep mass of flash

ing arms in the distance—the crowd

around—the apparatus of war and empire—all disappeared, and, in the first gaze of admiration, I saw nothing but Napoleon, the single individual, to destroy whom the earth was rising in arms from the Tanais to the Thames. I know that I never should have beheld him with delight in the days of his despotism, and that the principal charm of the spectacle arose from the contemplation of the great peril to be encountered by the one undaunted mortal before my eyes. Let me say also that the persuasion that the right of a powerful and great nation to choose their own sovereign was to be tried in his person, and the remembrance of the wonderful achievement by which he had given an opportunity to decide that choice, contributed in no small degree to augment my satisfaction. He has been of late often seen and described by those who visited him at Eiba. I can only say that he did not appear to me like any of his portraits, except that one in the saloon of the palace of the legislative body, nor did I ever see any man just like him. His face was of a deadly pale; his jaws overhung, but not so much as I had heard; his lips thin, but partially curled,

so as to give to his mouth an inexpressi

ble sweetness. He had the habit of retracting the lips, and apparently chewing, in the manner observed and objected to in our great actor, Mr. Kean. His

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hair was of a dark dusky brown, scatter-
ed thinly over his temples ; the crown
of his head was bald. One of the names
of affection given him of late by his sold-
iers is “notre petit tondu.” He was
not fat in the upper part of his body, but
projected considerably in the abdomen.
so much so, that his linen appeared be-
neath his waistcoat. He generally stood
with his hands knit behind or folded be-
fore him, but sometimes unfolded them :
played with his nose ; took snuff three
or four times, and looked at his watch.
He seemed to have a labouring in his
chest, sighing or swallowing his spittle.
He very seldom spoke, but, when he did,
smiled, in some sort, agreeably. He
looked about him, not knitting but join-
ing his eye-brows, as if to see more mi-
nutely, and went through the whole te-
dious ceremony with an air of sedate
impatience. As the front columns of
each regiment passed him, he listed the
first finger of his left hand quickly to his
hat, to return the salute, but did not
move either his hat or his head. As the
regiments advanced they shouted, some
loudly, some feebly, “ Vive i'Emper-
eur !” and many soldiers ran out of
their ranks with petitions, which were
taken by the grenadier on the emperor's
left hand : once or twice the petitioner.
afraid to quit his rank, was near losing
his opportunity, when Napoleon beck-
oned to the grenadier to step forward and
take his paper. A little child, in true
French taste, tricked out in regimentals,
marched before one of the bands, and a
general laugh ensued. Napoleon con-
trived to talk to some one behind him at
that moment, that the ridicule might not
reach, nor be partaken by him. A sec-
ond child, however, of six years old
perhaps, dressed out with a beard like
a pioneer, marching in front of a regi-
ment, strode directly up to him with a
petition on the end of a battle-axe, which
the emperor took and read very compla-
cently. Shortly after an ill-looking fel-
low, in a half suit of regimentals, with a
sword by his side, ran from the crowd
of spectators, opposite or from amidst
the national guards, I could not see
which, and rushed directly towards the
emperor. He was within arm's length,
when the grenadier on the left and an
officer jumped forwards, and, seizing

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him by the collar, pushed him farther back. Napoleon did not move a muscle of his body; not a line, nor a shade of his face, shifted for an instant. Perfectly unstartled, he beckoned the soldiers to let loose their prisoner; and the poor fellow, approaching so close as almost to touch his person in front, talked to him for some time with eager gestures, and his hand on his heart. The emperor heard him without interruption, and then gave him an answer, which sent him away apparently much satisfied with his audience. I see Napoleon at this moment. The unruffled calmness of his countenance, at the first movement

of the soldier, relaxing softly into a look

of attention and of kindness, will never be erased from my memory. We are not stocks, nor stones, nor Tories. I am not ashamed to say, that, on recovering from my first surprise, I found my eyes somewhat moistened ; a weakness that never fails to overpower some persons, when alone and unrestrained by ridicule, at the perusal of any trait of unmixed heroism, especially of that undaunted tranquillity of mind which formed and finished the master-spirits of antiquity. NApoleoN's visit to THE THEATRE, As to Napoleon's reception at the Français, it is impossible to give any idea of the joy by which he was hailed. The house was choaked with spectators, who crowded into the orchestra. The play was Hector. Previously to the rising of the curtain, the airs of La Victoire and the Marseillaise were called for and performed amidst thunders of applause, the spectators joined in the burthen of the song. An actor of the Feydeau rose in the balcony, and sung some occasional words to the Marseillaise, which were received in raptures, and accompanied by the whole house at the end of each verse. The enthusiasm was at its utmost pitch. Napoleon entered at the third scene. The whole mass rose with a shout which still thunders in my ears. The vives continued till the Emperor, after bowing to the right and left, had seated himself, and the play was recommenced. The audience received every speech which had the least reference to their returned hero, with unnumbered plaudits. The words “ensin it repa


roit,” and “c'eloit lui,”—Achille, raised the whole parterre, and interrupted the actor for some moments. Napoleon was very attentive: whilst I saw him, he spoke to none of those who stood behind him, nor returned the compliments of the audience: he withdrew suddenly at the end of the play, without any notice or obeisance, so that the multitude had hardly time to salute him with a short shout. As I mentioned before, I

saw the Bourbon princes received, for

the first time, in the same place last year. Their greeting will bear no comparison with that of Napoleon, nor will any of those accorded to the heroes of the very many ceremonies I have witnessed in the course of my life. NEY. The treason of Marshal Ney was not in consequence of any preconcerted scheme. The marshal, when he left Louis, had not any intention of betraying him; nor did he adopt the line of conduct so justly condemned, until he found the troops at Lons le Saulnier had determined upon joining the Emperor: when they were ordered by him on the parade to march against Napoleon, they replied by shouts of laughter and cries of vive l'Empereur. Nevertheless, the marshal had actually made every disposition for a movement against his ancient master.” LABEDOYERE. Colonel Henry Labedoyere went over with his regiment to Napoleon from the impulse of the moment, and, as I know from the officer of Napoleon's suite who received the first intelligence of his coming, without the least previous intimation being conveyed to the Emperor. cAMPAIGN of 1814. The conduct of the imperial troops in the campaign of 1814 was such as to excite the admiration of the allies. Never were the valour, discipline, and skill of very inferior numbers more brilliantly displayed than in the battles of ChampAubert, Montmirail, Vauchamp, Mormans, Montereau, Craone, Rheims, Arcy sur Aube, and St. Dizier; and, in despite of the fatal termination of the war, the citizens and peasantry, who

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