DON JuAN.-Ertracts from canto XVII.
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Napoleon Bonaparte thy name shall live, Till Times last Echo shall have ceased to sound And if EternIty's confines can give

 To Space reverberatios-round and round The Spheres of Heaven, the long, deep cry of viv Napoleonl !" in Thunders shall resound- The Lightning's fl lsh shall blaze thy name on high Monarch of Earth, now Meteor the Sky

 LXIX. What though on St. Helena's rocky shore, Thy head be piowed, and thy form entomb'd,- Perhaps that Son. the child thou didst adore, Fired with fathers fame, may yet be doom'd T. crush the bigot Bourbon, and restore Thy noudring ashes, ere they be consumd;- ;- Perhaps, may run the course thysef didst run And light the World, as Com:ts light the Sun

 LXX. 'Tis better thou art gone 'twere sad to see Beneath an 'imbeciles mpotent reign. Thine own unysnquished legions, doom'd to be Cursed instruments ofvengeance on poor Spain,- That land so glorious once in chivalry, Now sunk in Slav'ry and Shame agaln To see tn Imperial Guard thy dauntless hand, Made tools for such wretch, us Ferd'nand.

 LXXI. Farewell Napoleon! thine hour is past; No more earth trembles at thy dreaded name, But France, unhappy France, shall long contrast Thy deeds with those of worthless D'Angouleme. Ye Gods how long shall slavery's thraldom last Will France alone remain for ever tame? Say will no Wallace, will no Washington Scourge from thy soil, the infamous Bourbon1

 LXXII. Is freedom dead Is Nero's reign restored7 Frenchmen remember Jena Austerlitz The first, which made the Emperor the Lord OfPrussa, and which almost threw in fits Great Fred'rck William-he who at the board (21) Took all the Prussan uniform to bits; Fred'rlck the king of regimental Iailors, As Hudson Lo,ce the very prince jaors.

 LXXIII Farewell Napoleon had'st thou have died The coward scorpion's death-afraid, ,ashamd d ,(22) To meet Adversity's advancing tide. The weak had praised thee but the wise had blam'd But no! though torn from country, child and bride, With Spirit unsubdued with Soul untam'd, Great in Misfortune, as in Glory high, Thou daredst to live through lifes worst agony.

 LXXIV. Pity, for thee, shall weep her fountains dry, Mercy, for thee, shall bankrupt all her store! Valor, shall pluck garland from on high! And Honor, twne the wreath. thy temples OCT! Beauty, shall beckon thee from the sky And smiling Ssraphs open wide Heav'n's door Around thy head the brightest Stars shall neet And rolling Suns play sportiye at thy feet

 LXXV Farewell Napoleon long farewell! strangers tongue, alas must hymn thy worth ; No craven Gaul dare wake his Harp to tell, Or sound in song, the spot that gave thee birth. No more thy Name, that with its magic spell, Aroused the sunb'rng nations of the earth. Echoes around they land lis past At length France sinks beneath the sway of Charles the Tenth.