"Soldiers, when the French people placed upon my head. he imperial crown, I relied upon you to maintain it ever in that eminence of glory which alone could give it value in my eyes. Soldiers, I will soon lead you back to France. There, you will be the object of my tenderest solicitude; and it will suffice to say: I fought at Austerlitz, when the reply will be, There goes a hero!'"

On the anniversary of this battle, he recapitulates complacently the accumulated spoils which fell into the hands of the French, and inflames their ardor against the Russians by the remembrance of the victory. "They and we, are we not the soldiers of Austerlitz ?"-This is the stroke of a master hand.

"Soldiers, it is this day a year ago, at this very hour, that we were upon the memorable plain of Austerlitz. The Russian battalions fled appalled. Their allies are no more. Their fortresses, their capitals, their magazines, their arsenals, two hundred and eighty stand of colors, seven hundred field-pieces, five grand strongholds are in our power. The Oder, the Wasta, the Polish deserts, the inclement weather, nothing has been able to arrest your course,-all have fled before you. The French eagle hovers over the Vistula. The brave and unfortunate Poles imagine they behold again the legions of Sobieski.

"Soldiers, we shall not lay down our arms until a general peace has restored to our commerce its freedom and its colonies. We have conquered on the Elba and the Oder, Pondicherry, our Indian establishments, the Cape of Good Hope, and the Spanish colonies. Who should give the Rus sians the hope of balancing the destinies? Are not they and we the soldiers of Austerlitz?"

He opens the Prussian campaign by these words, which glow like powder at the instant of explosion :

"Soldiers, I am in the midst of you; you are the van guard of the great people. You should re-enter France, but under triumphal arches. What! you would then have

braved the seasons, the seas, the deserts, vanquished Europe

several times coalesced against you, borne our glory from the east to the west, but to return to-day to your country like deserters, and hear it said that the French eagle fled dismayed at the sight of the Prussian armies?

"March we then, since your moderation has failed to disabuse them of that strange infatuation. Let them learn that if it be easy to obtain an increase of power by the friendship of the great people, its enmity is more terrible than the tempests of the ocean!”

In 1809, about to punish Austria for her repeated perfidies, Napoleon confides to the army his great designs; he mixes it, he associates it, with his own vengeance.

He does not separate himself from it; the cause is its own, which he goes to defend. What a flight of military eloquence in this address!

"Soldiers, I was surrounded by you when the sovereign of Austria came to my tent in Moravia. You heard him implore my clemency, and vow to me an eternal friendship. Victors of three wars, Austria owes everything to your generosity. Three times has she been guilty of perjury! Our past successes are assurances to you of the victory which awaits us. Let us march then, and at sight of us let the enemy recognize his conquerors!"

With the same ardor, he animates against the English the expedition to Naples. His words seem winged.

"Soldiers, march, hurl into the waves-should they wait for you the impotent battalions of those tyrants of the seas! Let me quickly hear that the sanctity of treaties is avenged, and that the manes of my brave soldiers-butchered in the ports of Sicily, on their return from Egypt, after having escaped all the perils of shipwrecks, of deserts, and of a hundred battles—are appeased."

It is still to beat down the power of his implacable, of his eternal foe, that he harangues the army of Germany, on his return, and opens before its view the conquest of Iberia :

"Soldiers, after having triumphed on the banks of the Danube and the Vistula, you have traversed Germany by

forced marches. You are now to cross France, without getting a moment's repose. Soldiers, I need your aid. The hideous presence of the leopard infests the continents of Spain and Portugal. Let him, at sight of you, fly in affright. Let us waft our victorious eagles as far as the Columns of Hercules: there too have we outrages to revenge! Soldiers, - you have surpassed the renown of modern armies; but have you equalled the glory of the armies of Rome, who, in the same campaign, triumphed on the Rhine and the Euphrates, in Illyria and on the Tagus?"

The morning of the battle of Moscow, he displays to the eyes of his soldiers the new harvest of laurels to be gathered, and places them, with himself, in presence of their reminiscences and of posterity:

"Here is the battle which you have so much desired! Henceforth, victory depends upon yourselves; it is become a necessity to you. It will give you plenty, good winterquarters, and an early return home. Conduct yourselves as at Austerlitz, at Friedland, at Witepsk, at Smolensk, and let the latest posterity cite with pride what you shall have performed this day. Be it said of you, he was at the great battle under the walls of Moscow !"

the European democracy, effectually than with his This he would not do.

We have reached, with the sun, the summit of the mountain. We must descend into the shade : let us pause a moment. Glory goes out after its day is spent: liberty alone repairs itself by its very exhaustion. The more it is diffused, the more is it prolific. But Napoleon was unwilling to throw himself into the arms of liberty. Perhaps-I say perhaps by putting himself at the head of he would have subverted, more armies, the thrones of Europe. How could he,-he, equally, nay, more a despot than the other potentates? Too upstart for the kings, too aristocratic already for the people, Napoleon had soon against him both the people and the kings. He had stricken terror into the dynasties. The dynasties excited the nationalities to revolt. But, an ariny may be triumphed over; there is no triumph.