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avenue of the Champs Elys6es, large statues had been raised, each 



symbolical of some mental attitude, such as justice, valour, fortitude, 



and the like, and between their colossal figures magnificent tripos 



of a great height were erected, supporting vcises which were filled 



with flames. The spectacle had approached its crisis when I arrived 



at the Place de la Concorde, and my position afforded me a good 



view of the avenue. In the distance dense columns of horse and 



foot soldiery were slowly marching, preceded by military bands 



playing solemn music. 



" But where is he, the champion and the child. 

 Of all that's great or little, wise or wild ? 

 Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones ? 

 Whose table earth — whose dice was human bones ? 

 Behold the grand result of von lone : 

 And, as thy nature urges, weep or s.. 



— BvKOs. 



Column after column paraded by. The whole chivalry of France 

 had assembled to do honour to some dearly-loved object, for every 

 class of French soldier had sent its representative, and even,' depart- 

 ment of the kingdom its deputy. The procession appeared inter- 

 r unable. On it came, in every variety of uniform, the soldiers of 

 Davoust, of Hoche, of Moreau, Jourdan, Masscna, and Angereau, 

 Ney, Murat, Klebcr and Kcllerman. Fragments of all " arms " of 

 the Imperial Guard were there represented, strangely mingled with 

 the picturesque dresses of Mamelukes and guides. At length a 

 moving tower of sable plumes rolled by uf>on golden wheels, dra\vn 

 by sixteen horses. Immediately following came the Royal Family 

 of France and the great Ministers of State, decorated with glittering 

 stars and orders. Twenty years back I had witnessed the funeral 

 obsequies of this remarkable man, for, of course, by this time, I 

 knew that it was the second burial of Napoleon at which I was a 

 chance spectator. Since then a great alteration had taken place in 

 the affairs of Europe. A quarter of a century of profound peace 

 had rendered the entente cordiale apparently perfect. British ships 

 of war no longer muzzled the mouth of every French port from 

 Dunkerque to Toulon. The correction was done, and the rod wm 

 burnt, and in the fulness of time came the crowning act of graco, 

 when, as M. de R6musat stated in the Chamber of D^putds, England 

 had magnanimously consented to the proposal of the French nation 

 to return the remains of Napoleon, thus surrendering the trophy 

 of the most unparalleled struggle in modern historjv 



And yet, incredible as it may seem, when France was receiving 

 from British generosity a boon which she could not obtain by any 

 physical appliance, the law and medical students of Paris displayed 

 a base and infamous hostility against the country (which was in 

 the ver\' act of returning ^^-ith a noble and chivalrous sentiment 

 the undying token of her own supremacy and the humiliation of 

 her enemies) using .<:uch expressions as " ^4 has Palmerston," " A 

 has les Auglais," which sounded oddlv enough in an EngUshman's 

 ears, with these recollections still throbbing in his memory. It was 

 to do honour to those precious remains that France, nay Europe, 



