APPENDIX to the CHRONICLE. 
publications, which are contained 
in the first number of the Ambigu, 
they describe the character of Bo- 
naparte himself, and convey a direct 
exhortation to assassinate that ge- 
neral. The first is an ode, and there 
are passages extracted from it. It be- 
gins with a description as if all na- 
ture were in a storm; or as if the 
elements of nature were breaking 
loose ; and there is excited in the 
author an expectation and hope that 
the heavens mean to revenge the 
cause of liberty. And there is an 
address to the gods of an oppressed 
people, and a prayer that they 
would ** avenge this august vic- 
tim of the audacious attempt, which 
on the unhappy days of Brumaire, 
the laws in their sanctuary, saw 
completed by a soldier,” namely, 
the attempt which put him at the 
head of the French republic. He 
falls back again into despair.— 
“¢ Too vain hope of vengeance! 
Nations given up to oppression, 
have you in your sufferings only 
your arms for deliverers? Heaven 
is blind or cruel, and when its thun- 
der flies, carried by chance upon 
the winds, whether it lays waste the 
plains, or strikes the arid mountains, 
it respects tyrants.” 
This reflection is illustrated by 
the circumstance of storms and tem- 
pests dashing to pieces the vessels of 
merchants and navigators, and spar- 
ing what it describes as the guilty 
ship of that rebel Corsican, sailing 
tranquilly through the ocean, and 
announcing to the world the fortune 
and designs of Cesar. 
The defendant, in this publica- 
tion, points to that to which I wish 
to direct your attention, namely, a 
comparison between the state of 
Rome and the state of France, when 
Cesar was dictator; and when Bo- 
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naparte was consul. It begins with 
these words :—** Oh eternal dis- 
grace of France! Cesar on the 
banks of the Rubicon has against 
him, in his quarrel, the senate, Pom- 
pey, and Cato, and in the plains 
of Pharsalia, if fortune is unequal, 
if you must yield to the destinies, 
Rome, in this sad reverse, at least, 
there remains to avenge you a po- 
niard among the last Romans. But 
under what vile fetters is our va- 
lour fallen! What! The universe 
beholds us slaves, without our hay- 
ing combated ; in the bosom of a 
parricide senate, black treason pre- 
sides still fierce at our misfortunes ; 
power, without support and with- 
out force, falls at its voice, and 
it is from a Corsican that the 
Frenchman receives his chains. Al- 
ready, in his insolent rage, the des- 
pot dares to menace, but the foam- 
ing wave of the sea breaks itself 
against the rock. Is it to give 
you a master? Is it to crown a 
traitor, that France has punished 
her kings? No; guilty ambition 
Shall know that there is nothing in- 
violable but the rights of the people, 
and their laws !” 
Now, gentlemen, let me ask any 
man of common sense, who looks 
at what is represented in this poem ; 
let me ask, whether any body can 
disguise from himself the object of 
the author, in writing this contrast 
of Rome and Bonaparte. I would 
ask any honest and unprejudiced 
mind, whether he could have done 
it with any other view, than to point 
out to the people of France the 
example of assassination and of mur- 
der? 
The next publication, which is 
charged as being libellous, is en- 
titled ‘‘ The Wish of a good Pa- 
triot on the 14th Day of July.” It 
concludes, 
