Enemy pursuing in all directions.' Bonaparte is in a towering rage, brandishing a poker, and kicking the last messenger, to whom he roars out: 'Away, base slaves. Fresh Torments! Vile Cowards! Poltroon Joe! Traitor Jourdain! Cursed Anglais! I'll make Heaven and Earth tremble for this! but 'tis lies! base lies! Give me my horse, I'll mount, and away to Spain! England! Wellington and Hell! to drive Lucifer from his Infernal Throne for Treachery to ME!!' A frightened general standing by exclaims: 'My Poor Master! is it come to this? I must whip on this Strait Jacket, or he'll break all our bones, as well as the Armistice.'

As a corollary to this, although it does not belong to Napoleon proper, I cannot abstain from noticing a picture published July 9, 1813, of 'Jourdan and King Joe or Off they go-a Peep at the French Commanders at the battle of Vittoria.' The British troops have routed the French, who fly in all directions; King Joseph and Marshal Jourdan, in the foreground, are doing the same. Says the king: Parbleu Mons" Marshal, we must run! a pretty piece of business we have made of it. If my Brother Nap sends for me to the Congress, the Devil a clean shirt have they left me! Could you not try your hand at a Convention again, my dear Jourdan! as our friend Junot did in Portugal ?'

But Jourdan replies: 'Convention! No, ma foi ! there is no tricking ce Lord Wellington, we have nothing to trust to but our heels, but I dont think they will save us, you need not be uneasy about a clean shirt for the Congress, Mons" Joe. Allons donc, run like de Devil! run like your Brother Nap from Russia.'

George Cruikshank drew (July 8, 1813) a very humorous picture of 'Boney receiving an account of the Battle of Vittoria-or-the Little Emperor in a great

Passion!' A ragged postilion, mounted on the back of a kneeling soldier, holds up a long roll: 'King Joseph has been defeated by Wellington with the loss of 151 pieces of Cannon, 415 Ammunition Waggons, Bag and Baggage, Provisions, &c., &c., &c. The French have one very fine little Howitzer left. One Quarter of the Army is killed, the other wounded, the third Quarter taken prisoners, and the English are playing the Devil with the rest.'

Napoleon, before his throne, is stamping, tearing his hair, and flourishing his sword, to the undisguised terror of his Mameluke Roustem; he roars out: 'Oh !!!!! ---! oh! --! oh! Hell and the Devil! Death and D-na-on!!! that cursed fiend John Bull will drive me mad! Villains! Villains! 'tis all a lie, 'tis false as Hell, I say!! away with the scroll-it sears my very eyeballs!!! I'll cut it in Ten Thousand pieces-I'll kick ye to the Devil -away with it!!!' Russia, Prussia, and Austria are spectators. Russia suggests: 'Now is the time!' In this Prussia cordially agrees, and says to Austria: 'Now or never, will you not join us?'

Only a portion is given of G. Cruikshank's A Scene after the Battle of Vittoria, or More Trophies for Whitehall!!!' (July 10, 1813). The Duke of Wellington, on horseback, is receiving the captured colours, &c., which his officers lay at his feet. He is evidently satisfied with the result, for he exclaims: 'Why! here's enough for three Nights Illumination!' A general replies: 'Three times three, my lord.' One presents him with a baton: Here's Marshal Jourdan's Rolling pin'; and another, bringing in a captured standard, points to the group which forms our illustration, saying: 'And here comes their last Cannon !!'

The following caricature will do for any time during the year John Bull teazed by an Earwig' bears only. the date of 1813, and is by an unknown artist. The old

boy is at his frugal meal of bread, cheese, and beer, and has been reading the 'True Briton,' when he is interrupted

A SCENE AFTER THE BATTLE OF VITTORIA, OR, MORE TROPHIES FOR

WHITEHALL!!!

by little Boney, who, perched on his shoulder, pricks his cheek with a Lilliputian sword. John Bull turns round half angrily, and says: 'I tell you what, you Vermin! if you won't let me eat my bread and cheese in peace, and comfort, I'll blow you away, depend upon it.' To which the insect replies: 'I will have the cheese, you Brute you -I have a great mind to annihilate you, you great, over grown, Monster!!!'

In October 1813 came out an etching of 'Tom Thumb and the Giant, or a forced March to Franckfort. Kings are his Centinels, vide Sheridan's speech. A letter from Stralsund states that Buonaparte, on his journey to Paris, sent a Courier to the King of Wig1 with orders for him to proceed to Franckfort on the Maine, and the latter would meet him there accordingly.' Tom Thumb, Napoleon, on horseback, prods on the King with his sword, telling him at the same time: On, Sir, to Franckfort, and

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there await my coming.' The poor fat King, with perspiring brows, piteously exclaims: 'Well, I am going as fast as I can- Pretty work this for a Man of my Importance!! Was it for this you put a Crown upon my head!'

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Napoleon's power was rapidly drawing to an end, and the crushing defeat he received at Leipsic on October 16, 17, 18, 19, gave it its death-blow. The news was promulgated throughout England by a 'London Gazette Extraordinary' of November 3. The 'Times' of the same date had hinted of reverses sustained by Napoleon, and on November 4 broke into jubilation thus: ""Justice demands the sacrifice of the Tyrant," such was the sentiment which concluded our last article, a sentiment not dictated by any feeling of transient growth, but adopted after long and serious reflection on what is due to the moral interests, which are the best and surest interests of nations. The French people will now determine between the sacrifice of their Tyrant, and sacrifices of a very different description, sacrifices of their lives, their children, their treasure, their honour.

'We had already communicated to our readers the private information which we had received, stating that he had sustained "dreadful reverses" in a "series of actions,” which had caused him "not only a great diminution in the numbers of his men, but also a serious loss of artillery"; and that he had himself " escaped with the utmost difficulty to a place of comparative, and but comparative, safety." Such were the accounts which we believed "would be found to contain a very moderate statement of the Tyrant's losses"; but we own our most sanguine hopes have been exceeded by the Official Statements received yesterday by

The real quotation is: Justice demands of her the sacrifice of her bloodguilty tyrant.'

Government, and made public; first, in a brief form, by a letter from Lord CASTLEREAGH to the LORD MAYOR, and a Bulletin from the Foreign Office; and, afterwards, in most gratifying detail, by an Extraordinary Gazette.

The Morning Post' of the same date heads the intelligence as 'The most Glorious and Important News ever received;' and the Prince Regent, who opened Parliament on November 4, alluded to it in his speech in these terms: 'The annals of Europe afford no examples of victories more splendid, and decisive, than those which have been recently achieved in Saxony.' London was brilliantly illuminated, and joy reigned throughout the kingdom.

One of the first caricatures on the subject is the 'Execution of two celebrated Enemies of Old England, and their Dying Speeches, 5 Nov. 1813,' which was by Rowlandson (published November 27, 1813), and is stated to be a representation of a 'Bonfire at Thorpe Hall near Louth, Lincolnshire, on 5 Nov. 1813, given by the Rev. W. C. to the boys belonging to the Seminary at Louth, in consequence of the arrival of news of the Decisive Defeat of Napoleon Buonaparte, by the Allies, at II o'clock on ye 4th, & Louth Bells ringing all night.'

Guy Faux, who is got up like one of the old watchmen, is swinging on one gallows, and Napoleon, in traditional costume, on another, with a roaring bonfire under him. Men, women, and boys are rejoicing around. 'Guy Faux's Dying Speech. I, Guy Faux, meditating my Country's ruin, by the clandestine, and diabolical, means of the Gunpowder plot, was most fortunately discovered, and brought to condign punishment, by Old England, and here I bewail my fate.' 'Napoleon Buonaparte's Dying Speech. Napoleon Buonaparte, flattered by all the French Nation that I was invincible, have most cruelly, and most childishly, attempted the subjugation of the world. I have lost my

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