ON NAPOLEON'S ESCAPE FROM ELBA. ONCE fairly set out on his party of pleasure, Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure, Making balls for the ladies, and bows to his foes. March 27, 1815. ODE. [FROM THE FRENCH.] We do not curse thee, Waterloo! Never yet was heard such thunder As then shall shake the world with wonder- By the sainted seer of old, to the flames. As my music adapted to them, however, did not share the same fate, and having a contrary opinion of any thing that might fall from the pen of his lordship, I treasured them up, and on a subsequent interview with his lordship, I accused him of having committed suicide in making so valuable a burnt-offering: to which he smilingly replied, "The act seems to inflame you; come, Nathan, siace you are displeased with the sacrifice, I give them to you as a peace-offering; use them as you may deem proper." Show'ring down a fiery flood, The chief has fallen, but not by you, When the soldier citizen Sway'd not o'er his fellow-men- Where Glory smiled on Freedom's son- With that youthful chief competed? Till lone Tyranny commanded? And thou too of the snow-white plume! On thy war-horse through the ranks, *See Rev. chap. viii, verse 7, &c. "The first angel sounded, and there followed bail and fire mingled with blood," &c. Verse 8. "And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea, and the third part of the sea became blood," &c. Verse 10 "And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp; and it fell upon a third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters." Verse 11. And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter." + Murat's remains are said to have been torn from the grave and burnt. The soldier raised his seeking eye O'er glories gone the invaders march, With her heart in her voice; Doubly shall she be adored; France hath twice too well been taught The "moral lesson" dearly bought; But in equal rights and laws, Hearts and hands in one great cause Freedom, such as God hath given Unto all beneath his heaven, With their breath, and from their birth, Though Guilt would sweep it from the earth; With a fierce and lavish hand Scattering nations' wealth like sand; Pouring nations' blood like water, In imperial seas of slaughter! But the heart and the mind, Shall arise in communion And who shall resist that proud union? The time is past when swords subdueddie-the soul's renew'd: Man may Even in this low world of care Freedom ne'er shall want an heir, Millions breathe but to inherit Smile they at this idle threat? FROM THE FRENCH.* MUST thou go, my glorious chief, What are they to all I feel, With a soldier's faith for thee? Idol of the soldier's soul! First in fight, but mightiest now: Many could a world control : Thee alone no doom can bow. By thy side for years I dared Death, and envied those who fell, Would that I were cold with those, Scarce dare trust a man with thee, Would the sycophants of him Now so deaf to duty's prayer, Hearts like those which still are thine? * "All wept, but particularly Savary, and a Polish officer who had been exalted from the ranks by Bonaparte. He clung to his master's knees; wrote a letter to Lord Keith, entreating permission to accompany him, even in the most menial capacity, which could not be admitted." My chief, my king, my friend, adieu ! Every peril he must brave, His fall, his exile, and his grave. ON THE STAR OF "THE LEGION OF HONOUR." [FROM THE FRENCH.] STAR of the brave!-whose beam hath shed Such glory o'er the quick and dead— Thou radiant and adored deceit ! Which millions rush'd in arms to greet, Wild meteor of immortal birth! Souls of slain heroes form'd thy rays; ; Like lava roll'd thy stream of blood, |