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I see at their religious feasts 



Little bilious Jesuits in black, 

 And thousands of other little priests, 



With little saints borne at their back. 

 Blessed by them, all things recede — 



Of liberty and truth the bane,— 

 They swarm about the court to feed. 



For still the hateful Bourbons reign . 



All is little I examine— 



Justice, the sciences, and arts, 

 And a pretty little famine 



Is desolating various parts. ' 

 Towards the frontiers of France, 



With little cannons in their train, 

 Their imperceptible troops advance, 



And still the little Bourbons reign. 



Again is chang'd the magic scene, 



Our fearful destiny completing : 

 And a barbarous giant's seen 



The world's entire strength defeating. 

 Approaching Paris, all elate, 



He braves the pigmies chatt'ring vain, 

 Pops in his pouch the little state, 



With the worn-out Bourbons who still reign. 



Our fifth chanson, " Les Adieux de Marie Stuart," needs no comment : 

 the eventful career and unfortunate end of Mary, Queen of Scots, is fa- 

 miliar to every one . 



MARV STUAKt's farewell TO PRANCB. 



Adieu, dear France, adieu to thee, 



No other clime with thine can vie — 

 Thy bosom long hath cradled me. 



Adieu — to quit thee is to die ! 



Thou sunny country of my choice, 



Thy children's love to me is dear — 

 Listen to Mary's falt'ring voice — 



Oh France ! to leave thee much I fear. 

 Just Heaven, then, as I quit thy shore, 



Viewing with pity my emotion, 

 To give me back to thee once more. 



Will surely wake the slumb'ring ocean. 



Adieu, dear France, adieu to thee. 



No other clime with thine can vi« — 

 Tliy bosom long hath cradled me. 



Adieu — to qu4t thee is to die ! 



When through the capital I rode,' 



The people breathed for me their vows; 

 'Twas not to rank this joy I ow'd, 



But to the lilies round my brows. 

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