pass, with the costliest marbles and the finest works of art, and have had them to remain there forever monuments of the great funeral.

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The economists and calculators might here interpose with a great deal of reason; for, indeed, there was no reason why a nation should impoverish itself to do honor to the memory of an individual for whom, after all, it can feel but a qualified enthusiasm but it surely might have employed the large sum voted for the purpose more wisely and generously, and recorded its respect for Napoleon by some worthy and lasting memorial, rather than have erected yonder thousand vain heaps of tinsel, paint, and plaster, that are already cracking and crumbling in the frost, at three days old.

and moral condition of this worthy people of France.

III.

ON THE FUNERAL CEREMONY.

SHALL I tell you, my dear, that when François woke me at a very early hour on this eventful morning, while the keen stars were still glittering overheard, a half-moon, as sharp as a razor, beaming in the frosty sky, and a wicked north wind blowing, that blew the blood out of one's fingers and froze your leg as you put it out of bed;- shall I tell you, my dear, that when François called me, and said, "V'là vot' café, Monsieur Titemasse, buvez-le, tiens, il est tout chaud," I felt myself, after imbibing the hot breakfast, so comfortable under three blankets and a mackintosh, that for at least a quarter of an hour no man in Europe could say whether Titmarsh would or would not be present at the burial of the Emperor Napoleon.

Scarcely one of the statues, indeed, deserves to last a month: some are odious distortions and caricatures, which never should have been allowed to stand for a moment. On the very day of the fête, the wind was shaking the canvas pedestals, and the flimsy wood-work had begun to gape and give way. At a little distance, to be sure, you could not see the cracks; Besides, my dear, the cold, there and pedestals and statutes looked like was another reason for doubting. Did marble. At some distance you could the French nation, or did they not, not tell but that the wreaths and eagles intend to offer up some of us English were gold embroidery, and not gilt over the imperial grave? And were paper the great tricolor flags dam- the games to be concluded by a ask, and not striped calico. One would massacre ? It was said in the newsthink that these sham splendors betok- papers that Lord Granville had deened sham respect, if one had not spatched circulars to all the English known that the name of Napoleon is resident in Paris, begging them to held in real reverence, and observed keep their homes. The French joursomewhat of the character of the na-nals announced this news, and warned tion. Real feelings they have, but they distort them by exaggeration; real courage, which they render ludicrous by intolerable braggadocio; and I think the above official account of the Prince de Joinville's proceedings, of the manner in which the Emperor's remains have been treated in their voyage to the capital, and of the preparations made to receive him in it, will give my dear Miss Smith some means of understanding the social

us charitably of the fate intended for us. Had Lord Granville written? Certainly not to me. Or had he written to all except me? And was I the victim- the doomed one? - to be seized directly I showed my face in the Champs Elysées, and torn in pieces by French Patriotism to the frantic chorus of the "Marseillaise"? Depend on it, Madam, that high and low in this city on Tuesday were not altogether at their ease, and that the

bravest felt no small tremor! And be sure of this, that, as his Majesty Louis Philippe took his night-cap off his royal head that morning, he prayed heartily that he might, at night, put it on in safety.

Well, as my companion and I came out of doors, being bound for the Church of the Invalides, for which a Deputy had kindly furnished us with tickets, we saw the very prettiest sight of the whole day, and I can't refrain from mentioning it to my dear, tender-hearted Miss Smith.

No. 2, grandfather, spick and span, clean shaved, hat brushed, white buckskin gloves, bamboo cane, brown great-coat, walking as upright and solemn as may be, having his lady on his arm.

No. 4, senior, with mottled legs and a tartan costume, who was frisking about between his grandpapa's legs, who heartily wished him at home.

"My dear," his face seemed to say to his lady, "I think you might have left the little things in the nursery, for we shall have to squeeze through a terrible crowd in the Champs Elysées."

In the same house where I live (but about five stories nearer the ground), lodges an English family, The lady was going out for a day's consisting of 1. A great-grand-pleasure, and her face was full of care: mother, a hale, handsome old lady of she had to look first after her old seventy, the very best dressed and mother, who was walking ahead, then neatest old lady in Paris. 2. A after No. 4 junior with the nursegrandfather and grandmother, tolera- he might fall into all sorts of danger, bly young to bear that title. 3. A wake up, cry, catch cold; nurse might daughter. And 4. Two little great- slip down, or heaven knows what. grand, or grand-children, that may Then she had to look her husband in be of the age of three and one, and the face, who had gone to such expense, belong to a son and daughter who are and been so kind for her sake, and in India. The grandfather, who is make that gentleman believe she was as proud of his wife as he was thirty thoroughly happy; and, finally, she years ago when he married, and pays had to keep an eye upon No. 4 senior, her compliments still twice or thrice who, as she was perfectly certain, was in a day, and when he leads her into about in two minutes to be lost fora room looks round at the persons ever, or trampled to pieces in the assembled, and says in his heart, crowd. "Here, gentlemen, here is my wifeshow me such another woman in England," this gentleman had hired a room on the Champs Elysées, for he would not have his wife catch cold by exposing her to the balconics in the open air.

When I came to the street, I found the family assembled in the following order of march:

No. 1, the great grandmother walk-
ing daintily along, supported by
No. 3, her grand-daughter.
A nurse carrying No. 4 junior, who
was sound asleep and a huge
basket containing saucepans, bot-
tles of milk, parcels of infants'
food, certain dimity napkins, a
child's coral, and a little horse
belonging to No. 4 senior.

A servant bearing a basket of con-
diments.

These events took place in a quiet little street leading into the Champs Elysées, the entry of which we had almost reached by this time. The four detachments above described, which had been straggling a little in their passage down the street, closed up at the end of it, and stood for a moment huddled together. No. 3, Miss X-, began speaking to her companion the great grandmother.

"Hush, my dear," said that old lady, looking round alarmed at her daughter. "Speak French." And she straightway began nervously to make a speech which she supposed to be in the language, but which was as much like French as Iroquois. The whole secret was out: you could read it in the grandmother's face, who was do

ing all she could to keep from crying, | camp galloping about like mad, and and looked as frightened as she dared high in the midst of all, riding on his to look. The two elder ladies had golden buckler, Solomon in all his settled between them that there was glory, forsooth Imperial Cæsar, going to be a general English with his crown over his head, laurels slaughter that day, and had brought and standards waving about his the children with them, so that they gorgeous chariot, and a million of might all be murdered in company. people looking on in wonder and awe.

have been for those three could they | but have lived until now, and seen their hero returning! Where's Ney? His wife sits looking out from M. Flahaut's window yonder, but the bravest of the brave is not with her. Murat too is absent: honest Joachim loves the Emperor at heart, and repents that he was not at Waterloo: who knows but that at the sight of the handsome swordsman those stubborn English "canaille" would have given way? A king, Sire, is, you know, the greatest of slaves State affairs of consequence-his Majesty the King of Naples is detained no doubt. When we last saw the King, however, and his Highness the Prince of Elchingen, they looked to have as good health as ever they had in their lives, and we heard each of them calmly calling out "Fire!" as they have done in numberless battles before.

Is it possible? can the Emperor forget? We don't like to break it to him, but has he forgotten all about the farm at Pizzo, and the garden of the Observatory? Yes, truly there he lies on his golden shield, never stirring, never so much as lifting his eyelids, or opening his lips any wider.

O vanitas vanitatum! Here is our Sovereign in all his glory, and they fired a thousand guns at Cherbourg and never woke him!

However, we are advancing matters by several hours, and you must give just as much credence as you please to the subjoined remarks concerning the Procession, seeing that your humble servant could not possibly be present at it, being bound for the church elsewhere.

Programmes, however, have been published of the affair, and your vivid fancy will not fail to give life to them, and the whole magnificent train will pass before you.

Fancy, then, that the guns are fired at Neuilly: the body landed at daybreak from the funereal barge and transferred to the car; and fancy the car, a huge Juggernaut of a machine,

rolling on four wheels of an antique shape, which supported a basement adorned with golden eagles, banners, laurels, and velvet hangings. Above the hangings stand twelve golden statues with raised arms supporting a huge shield, on which the coffin lay. On the coffin was the imperial crown, covered with violet velvet crape, and the whole vast machine was drawn by horses in superb housings, led by valets in the imperial livery.

Fancy at the head of the procession first of all

The Gendarmerie of the Seine, with their

trumpets and Colonel.

The Municipal Guard (horse), with their
trumpets, standard, and Colonel.
Two squadrons of the 7th Lancers, with
Colonel, standard, and music.
The Commandant of Paris and his Staff.
A battalion of Infantry of the Line, with
their flag, sappers, drums, music, and
Colonel.

The Municipal Guard (foot), with flag,
drums, and Colonel.

The Sapper-pumpers, with ditto.
Then picture to yourself more squadrons

of Lancers and Cuirassiers. The Gen-
eral of the Division and his Staff; all
officers of all arms employed at Paris,
and unattached; the Military School of
Saint Cyr, the Polytechnic School, the
School of the Etat-Major; and the Pro-
fessors, and Staff of each. Go on imagin-
ing more battalions of Infantry, of Artil-
lery, companies of Engineers, squadrons
of Cuirassiers, ditto of the Cavalry, of
the National Guard, and the first and
second legions of ditto.

Fancy a carriage, containing the Chaplain
of the St. Helena expedition, the only
clerical gentleman that formed a part of
the procession.

Fancy you hear the funereal music, and
then figure in your mind's eye
THE EMPEROR'S CHARGER, that is,
Napoleon's own saddle and bridle
(when First Consul) upon a white
horse. The saddle (which has been
kept ever since in the Garde Meuble of
the Crown) is of amaranth velvet, em-
broidered in gold: the holsters and
housings are of the same rich material.
On them you remark the attributes of
War, Commerce, Science, and Art. The
bits and stirrups are silver-gilt chased.
Over the stirrups, two eagles were
placed at the time of the empire. The
horse was covered with a violet crape
embroidered with golden bees.
After this, came more Soldiers, General
Officers, Sub-Officers, Marshals, and
what was said to be the prettiest sight

almost of the whole, the banners of the eighty-six Departments of France. These are due to the invention of M. Thiers, and were to have been accompanied by federates from each Department. But the Government very wisely mistrusted this and some other projects of Monsieur Thiers; and as for a federation, my dear, it has been tried. Next

His Royal Highness the Prince de JoinThe 500 sailors of the "Belle Poule" marching in double file on each side

[Hush! the enormous crowd thrills as it passes, and only some few voices cry Vive l'Empereur! Shining golden in the frosty sun — with hundreds of thousands of eyes upon it, from houses and

housetops, from balconies, black, purple, and tricolor, from tops of leafless trees, from behind long lines of glittering bayonets under schakos and bear-skin

caps, from behind the Line and the National Guard again, pushing, struggling, heaving, panting, eager, the

heads of an enormous multitude stretching out to meet and follow it,

amidst long avenues of columns and statues gleaming white, of standards rainbow-colored, of golden eagles, of pale funereal urns, of discharging odors amidst huge volumes of pitch

ROLLS MAJESTICALLY ON.

The cords of the pall are held by two Marshals, and Admiral and General

Bertrand; who are followed by The Prefects of the Seine and Police,