THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON.
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In Headley's history, or rather sketches ol
".Napolean and his Marshals"--a book re-
piele with interest and sparkling with thou
sand gems OF fine writing--we find the fol
lowing unequalled description of the death OF
the Conqueror OF half Of Europe and the mas
ler-spiril of the world: Ft4'
be quenched in the night of the grave; and
Nature, as II determined to assert the great
ness OF her work to the last, trumpeted him
out OF the world with one of her fiercesl storms.
Amid the roar of the blast, and the shock of
the pillows, as they broke where wave had
mol struck for twenty years--amid the dark
ness and gloom, and uproar of one of the
most tempestuous nights that ever rocked that
lovely isle-Napoleon's spirit was passing to
that unseen world, where the sound Of battle
never comes, and The tread of armies is never
heard. Yet even in that solemn hour, his de


rious soul, caught perhaps by the batlle-like
roar of the storm without, was once more in
the midst Of the fight, struggling by the Pyra-
mids, or Danube, or, on the plains OF Italy,
Ii was the thunder OF cannon that smote his
ear and amid the wavering fight, and cover
ing smoke, and tumut of the scene, his glaz-
ing eye caught the heads of his mighty col
umns, as torn YET steady, they bore his veto
rious eagles on, and 'Ietc d. .Arme' Head OF
the Army } broke from his dying lips. Awe
struck and still. his few remaining friends
stood in tears about his couch gazing steadfast-
ly on that awful, kingy brow; but il gave no
farther token, and the naughty lips moved no
more. Napoleon lay silent and moIionless in
his last sleep.