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versity, was the homage which a mind like his could exact from generous natures; but it was not affec tion. As to his military talents, they are so deeply engraven in the brazen tablet of fame, that it would show less stupidity, than the envy of a base spirit, to deny them. But it was in his capacity of Ruler, that the hardness of his character chiefly displayed itself: there his solitary nature was most conspicuous. With a capacity for government of the highest order; with a command over the vast resources of the Empire which he had formed, greater than Sovereign ever possessed; with an activity that never reposed; yet he did nothing for the happiness of France; and even the monuments of his reign, which were solely erected to his own pride, do not at all correspond with the resources which he had at his disposal. The Nation, instead of being raised by him, was depressed by his genius-the lofty sentiment was crushed; the pride of individuality was extinguished; and the spirit, though not the harshness, of eastern despotism was displayed in his government. From his elevated throne he looked down only upon crouching slaves. He conferred upon them titles and honours and dignities; but they were badges of servitude, or the rewards of having ministered to his glory: they conferred no real dignity of mind; they imparted no conscious pride; and they served only by their decorations and wealth to swell the pomp of his Court. In this respect, Buonaparte has not the least claim to human regard. The principle of his government was selfishness; and we are compelled to say, whilst we are disposed to do ample justice to his extraordinary genius, that he did not make use of it in such a manner as ought to give him a title to the respect and gratitude of mankind'.

The above admirably written and impartial character of Napo

leon appeared in the Public Ledger and has been copied by the Ma.

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parte died at St. Helena, of a lingering illch had confined him to his bed for upwards lays, He was buried at the head of Ruley, about half-way between James' Town wood, under the shade of a large willowa small spring, the water of which he was ed to drink, and near which he requested ody might be laid. The grave was ten feet deep, and five wide; the bottom happened d rock, in which a space was cut to receive ; the sides and ends of the grave were each A with one large Portland flag, and three s were put immediately over the coffin, and down with iron bars and lead, beside Roman The top of the grave is elevated about hes above the surface of the ground, and over with three rough slates.

ollowing spirited poem is a translation from ch of one of the numerous pieces that have itten on the death of Napoleon, and is a proof of the fond and devoted attachment ch his memory is still cherished by his adthat country:

Noble spirit! hast thou fled,
Is thy glorious journey sped,
Thy days of brightness numbered,-
Soul of dread sublimity!

Hast thou burst thy prison bands,

Twined round thee by coward hands,

Hast thou fled to other lands,

Where thou must-thou wilt be free?'

Tyrants! cowards! mark the day,

Even now 'tis on the way,

When your names, to scorn a prey,
Shall live with endless infamy!

Hark, 'tis victory's deathless knell!--
Lodi shall remember well!-

Austerlitz! Marengo! tell

Of his glorious chivalry!

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Alas! that he, the great, the brave,bal

Should fill a hermit's bloodless grave,

Where never rolled the hallowing wave blood

Of battle and of victory!

He should have died on bloody field,
Where column after column wheeled,

Where cannon roared and charger reeled,
Amid destruction's revelry.

He should have laid his glorious head
Amid the wreck himself had made,
Ten thousand corpses round him spread,
The flow'r of all his enemy.

Spirit of undying name,

Endless honour thou shalt claim,

Whilst thy foes, unknown to fame,

Shall weep in cold obscurity!

Glory's hallowed light divine

Ever on thy head shall shine,

And valour's heart will be thy shrine,

Thy portion vast futurity'!

6.-JOHN EVANGELIST, A. P. L.

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3.-WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM,

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son, in his external appearance, was ever atifully gifted by nature for an orator. In and his gesture, grace and dignity were but dignity presided; the 'terrors of his - lightning of his eye,' were insufferable. e was both full and clear; his lowest whisper nctly heard, his middle tones were sweet, beautifully varied: when he elevated his its highest pitch, the house was completely h the volume of the sound. The effect was cept when he wished to cheer or to animate; 1, he had spirit-stirring notes, which were irresistible he frequently rose, on a sudn a very low to a very high key, but it to be without effort. His diction was rey simple, but words were never chosen with care: he is said to have read twice, from beto end, Bailey's Dictionary; and to have some of Dr. Barrow's sermons, so often as them by heart. His sentiments were appaimple; but sentiments were never adopted or with greater skill: he was often familiar, but the familiarity of condescension. The terriwever, was his peculiar power; then, the house sunk before him. Still, he was digni nd wonderful as was his eloquence, it was d with this most important effect, that it im1 every hearer with a conviction, that there omething in him finer even than his words; e man was infinitely greater than the orator: pression of this kind was made by the eloe of his son, or his son's antagonist.

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