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Their level life is but a mouldering fire vance-to read these volumes without Vaquench'd by want, unfann'd by strong being thoroughly persuaded of this, uno wi desire..

less they are thoroughly blinded by prejudice. We know not how to

frame a censure sufficiently strong for the REVIEW.

conduct of Mr. O'Meara in publishing the most shameful things of a number

of individuals merely because BonaNapoleon in Exile; or, a Voice from parte uttered them, if indeed he utter4. St. Helena. The opinions and ed all that is set down for him. A vt reflections of Napoleon on the most man who is so tenacious of his repuimportant events of his Life and tation as to horsewhip the first person Government in his own words.- he meets in the street, that happens

By BARRY E. O'MEARA, Esq., to bear the same name with a party arhis late Surgeon. 2 Vols.-Con that has charged him with having intinued."

serted falsehoods in his book, should

be much more chary of the reputation 24 The very extraordinary character of of others than Mr. O'Meara has shown Bonaparte a the vastness of the plans, himself

. In the mean while we would over the execution of which he pre- have him recollect that a horse-whipsidled; the effects produced upon the ping proves nothing more than that affairs of Europe, or rather of the the party inflieting it is a stronger man world, by the military power of France than the party receiving it. The only under his direction, and the strange character to be established by the arexents and variety of characters with which he was conversant, give an in- tain kind of courage. Though he

gumentum baculinum is that of a verterest to the book of Mr. O'Meara should horse-whip fifty men, he will which induces us to continue our no- not thereby persuade us that he is justioe i ends extracts. We would not, tifiable in imputing the taking of a however, be thought to attach an un- bribe to any editor of a newspaper, due importance to the opinions, or merely on the ground of being able to rather the expressions of Bonaparte; affirm that Bonaparte assured him of since we perceive that a thousand the fact. Mr. O'Meara is guilty of things were said by him for the pur: many improprieties of this kind, which pose of producing an effect. He well camot be sufficiently reprobated. But knew that whatever was published con- we return to Bonaparte. coming him in England, would create accertain interest. The examples of

The following passage needs no the publications of Warden and San- comment from us :

do wete pot lost on him. It is evi- I mentioned the retreat of Moreau, and dent he knew that Mr. O'Meara asked if he had not displayed great militwy intended to make a great sensation talents in it? That retreat," replied the about him and he spoke, and, in emperor, instead of being whiat you say

was the greatest blonder that ever Moreau many instances, acted accordingly. committed. If he had, instead of retrait We believe it impossible for the warm- ing made a detour, and marched in the est admirers of Bonaparte-those who rear of Prince Charles, (I think he said,) aze resolved to see in him to the last he would have destroyed or taken the Aus

trian army.The directory were jealous of only a magnanimous hero of a sublime me, and wanted to divide, if possible, the and noble mind, incapable of contri- military reputation ; apd as they could not

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give credit to Moreau for a victory, they those canaille, when they contrast their own did for a retreat, which they caused to be deserts with the fine provinces they have extolled in the highest terms; though even left, will always have an itching after the the Austrian generals condemned Moreau latter, well knowing also, that no nation for having done it. You may probably will retaliate, or attempt to take their dehereafter,' continued Napoleon, have an serts from them. Those canaille,' continopportunity of hearing the opinion of, ued he, possess all the requisites for conFrench generals on the subject, who were quest. They are brave, active, patient of present, and you will find it consonant to fatigue and bad living, poor, and desirous mine. Instead of credit, Moreau merited of enriching themselves. I think, however, the greatest censure and disgrace for it. - that all depends upon Poland. If Alex. As a general, Pichegru had much more ander succeeds in incorporating Poland talent than Moreau,'

with Russia, that is to say, in perfectly The following observations prove reconciling the Poles to the Russian goneither the penetration of Bonaparte, vernment, and not merely subduing the nor the justness of his views, nor the country, he has gained the greatest step

towards subduing India. My opinion is, propriety of his estimate of the cha- that he will attempt either the one or the racter of the Emperor Alexander. other of the projects, I have mentioned, They prove simply the extraordinary and I think the last to be most probable. facility with which he himself could

We think Madame de Stael dwes resolve on similar enterprises

much of her brilliant reputation to her * By invading other countries, Russia powers of conversation. Their style is has two points to gain, an increase of ci- one of the chief merits of her writings vilization and polish, by rubbing against she was, probably, vain ; 'though we other powers,* the acquisition of money, do not think that she would throw and the rendering friends to herself the inhabitants of the deserts, with whom some

her friends into the sea, that at the years back she was at war. The Cossacs, instant of drowning she might have an Calmucks, and other barbarians who have opportunity of saving them. We to accompanied the Russians into France, and tally disbelieve the assertion made by other parts of Europe, having once acquired a taste for the luxuries of the south, will Bonaparte, that she offered to sett carry back to their deserts the remembrance herself

, and · become black and white of places where they had such fine women, for him.--See pp. 66-7. fine living, and not only will not themselves The following account of Murat is be able to endure their own barbarous and interesting :

naytst sterile regions, but will communicate to their neighbours a desire to conquer these had imputed the loss of the battlo of Watin

I answered, it was asserted that Murat delicious countries. In all human proba erloo to the cavalry not having been pron bility, Alexander will be obliged either to perly employed, and had said, that if he take India from you, in order to gain (Murat) had commanded them, the French riches and provide employment for them would have gained the victory." * It is very and thereby prevent a revolution in Russia; probable," replied Napoleon, it could not or he will make an irruption into Europe, be every where; and Murat was the bente at the head of some bundred thousand of cavalry officer in the world. He would those barbarians on horseback, and two have given more impetuosity to the charges hundred thousand infantry, and enrry every There wanted but very little, I assure you thing before him. What I say to you is confirmed by the history of all ages, during three battalions, and in all probability Murat

to gain the day for me, to destroy two or which it has been invariably observed, that would have effected that. There were not whenever those barbarians once got a taste I believe, two sueh officers in

to to attempt new 'conquests and ravages, and artillery. Murat was a 'most singular have finally succeeded in making themselves character. Pour and twenty years agos masters of the country. It is natural for when he was a captain, I made him in man to desire to better his condition, and

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aid.de-camp, and subsequently raised him The literal English of his words. to what he was. Ile loved, 1

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may rather God save the King ! btavery. Every day Murat was engaged in single combat with some of them, and

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say, adored me. In my presence he was, Welcome in Ilighland dale ! as it were struck with awe, and ready to Welcome on Lowland vale ! fall at my feet. I acted wrong in having Chieftain of Allyn, hail ! separated him from me, as without mehe was

God save the King! nothing. With me, he was my right arı.

Welcome in peace to us! Order Murat to attack and destroy four or five thousand men in such a direction, it Long may old Scotland thus

Welcome her King ! was done in a moment; but leave hiin to himself he was an imbecile without judge- Ne'er should one Scotsman fly!

Yet should e'er war be nigh, ment. I cannot conceive how so brave a man could be so lache. He was no where Yp with the battle cry, brave unless before the enemy. There he

God save the King! was probably the bravest man in the world. Hail, hail, on Scotia's strand ! His boiling courage carried him into the Hail, hail, thro' Scotia's land, midst of the enemy, glittering with gold.

Hail to our King! Huw he escaped is a miracle, being as he Hark, hark, her children sing, was, always a distinguished mark, and fired Hark, hark, her mountains ring, at by.every body. Even the Cossacs ad- Long live our noble King ! mired lim account of his extraordinary

Buchanan Street, never returned without his sabre dropping with the blood of those whom he had slain.

NOTICES He was in fact a Don Quixote in the field;

TO CORRESPONDENTS. but take him into the cabinet, he was a poltroon without judgement or decision. The Camera Obscura will appear in our Murat and Ney were the bravest men I next. ever witnessed. Murat, however, was a

We feel obliged for the good opinion much nobler character than Ney. Murat was generous, and open ; Ney partook of expressed by our Dalry Correspondent, the canaille.

and are sorry we cannot insert his communication.

Secundus will be gratified as soon as it Poetry.

is in our power.

Perambulatory Literature is necessarily SONG OF WELCOME.

deferred till our next.

God Save the King.

God save great George our King!
Long live our noble King !

God save the King !
Welcome on Scotia's strand !
Welcome to Scotia's land !
Welcome, with heart and hand !

God save the King !
King of an ancient race,
Hail to their dwelling place!

Hail to our King!
King, whom all Scotsmen own,
Welcome on Scotland's throne !
Up with the loyal tone,

God save the King !
Welcome to every clan!
Welcome to every man!

Welcome, our King!

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No. 11. WEDNESDAY, 28th AUGUST, 1822. Price 84d THE CAMERA OBSCURA. departed his departure was expected

and looked for—affliction had emptied the bitter cup of sorrow and could

drink no more. SHIPWRECK.

But in shipwrecks infinitely greater Of all the misfortunes which occur is the distress to the bereaved friends in life, none are só frequent and so There is no time for the slow approach distressing to the natives of a maritime of grief. In an instant the heart is askingdom as losses at sea. Death by sailed by the calamitous news. Perthe ordinary course of nature we can haps an hour before all was joy and endure. They come on, as it were, lightness of spirit. The world went with warning, and step by step the gaily before us we joined in its sufferer is carried to his last repose. amusements and were happy. We He is not hurried off amid the con- have a husband, or a father, or a broflict of contending elements nor his ther at sea, but what of that they ear stunned with the horrid voice of have braved many dangers and will agony and despair. He is not flung brave this. The vessel they sail in like a vile weed into the great abyss, is stout, the pilot is experienced, the to perish unknelled, uncoffined, and seamen are active. Even their very unknown. He lies on the bed of absence gives rise to pleasurable sense death, and is taught to view his ap- tions we feel a happy kind of anxiety proach with composure. Friends weep for their arrival ; and in the buoyancy around him and solace his sufferings of fancy we anticipate the welcome and with the voice of comfort. The hand love they are to receive when we moet of affection holds forth every earthly them again. But dreadful must the relief, and closes the eye when it can transition be when the messenger of no longer look on worldly things woe announces, that they are no more Thc grief of friends is great, but it is that the sea holds in its bosom all supportable. It is not the impetuous that was dear and beloved. Perhaps burst of passion which in a moment we were happy and smiling--perhaps overwhelms the heart. It is more were talking of our friend and mild—more tempered—more gradual. wondering what can stay his coming, It:

was wound up to the highest pitch Nothing of misfortune clouded over long before the beloved object had our conjectures. In our imaginations

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he was still alive and we were happy. som heave with agony no more? Nor
But the countenance of the messenger is the first throe of anguish the only
dispels every dream. It wears the affliction to be endured.
leaden aspect of death and we shudder thought embitters calamity--every
as if a spectre stood before us. We glance gives a retrospective view of
would be cheerful before him but we new horrors. We could not say that
are unable--and feel a load at our the sufferer died in his bed surrounded
hearts yet we cannot tell why. Why is by affectionate relations. We could not
he afraid to deliver his message? He say that the word of consolation was
was always wont to bring us good tid poured into his dying ear, and that
ings, and when he met us a smile the last glance of his languid eye was
adomed his lips. But now he is on those he loved. We could not
troubled. He sits down and rises up, say that he was carried with sorrow
and-sighs heavily, and looks on us and with tears to his rest, and that
with sorrow. He has something to those who saw him laid there were his
say, but he will not speak it out. father and brethren. If ever we an-
*His appearance is talismanic, and gered him we could not ask his for-
throws over us a cloud of uncertainty giveness. If ever we did him injury
whose din and doleful mistiness we we could not repair it on his dying
cannot penetrate. At last the awful, couch. If he cast his sad eye on any
the overwhelming presentiment rushes side, nothing was visible but the bound-
upon us. Trembling, pale, and un- less foaming abyss of waters which
speakably anxious we let the unwilling tossed the vessel as their plaything-
question escape our lips. A strug- There was no time-no place for me-
gling teara stifled sigh-an omin- ditation here. None cared for him-
ous shake of the head are our only none thought of him. Novoice of pray-
answers--but they are enough. The er or repentance was sent up to heaven.
cup of sorrow is full affliction has The only sound that argued of mortality
done its worst. The gaiety, the splen- was the profaneness which the mad-
dor, the prospects of our former ex- dened crew sent forth as in derision
istence are in an instant eclipsed and of the elements. Stunned, deafened,
forgotten. They Ay away like the confused, and shocked, what were his
meteor bubble of midnight, and burst feelings? Did he think of those he
in silence and in darkness. No effort left behind him ? Did the tear start
v to be composed or resigned, while the to his eye at this moment of calamity?

dreadful struggle continues, can be Did he think of wife, or child, or broi successful. Neither harp nor psaltery, ther, or father? He thought of all nor song, nor eunning tale of consola- these, and they were so many arrows stion can relieve the sufferer. There to his soul. But his cruel destiny he i is no charmer to charm away his agony could not alter. Its thread was wound

no balm to heal his wounds of af- up and he must perish. The spirit fliction. The tide of nature must have that looks over him is the demon of · vent in anguish and in tears. Philoso- the storm. Instead of being soothed

phy cannot check its current nor make with the music of grief and sighs, he it glide more smoothly. Religion may expires amid the din of rushing elemake the sufferer more resigned, but ments and the convulsions of nature. scan ever religion root out the worm of í Such are the thoughts of the survivors, 2 agony that preys upon the heart, and and such must have been the desola

bid the tear cease to flow, and the bo- tion of spirit which pervaded the wild

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