ecdote here alluded
to--of Napoleon's having found leisure for an unworthy amour, the very
evening of his arrival at Fontainebleau.--_Note to Edition_ 1832.

A consultation of numerous lives and memoirs of Napoleon has not
revealed the particulars of this "unworthy amour." It is possible that
Murray may have discovered the source of Byron's allusion among the
papers "in the possession of one of Napoleon's generals, a friend of
Miss Waldie," which were offered him "for purchase and publication," in
1815.--See _Memoir of John Murray_, 1891, i. 279.]

[iv] _And--were he mortal had as proudly died,_--[Alteration in First
Proof.]

[262] [Of Prometheus--

"Unlike the offence, though like would be the fate--
_His_ to give life, but _thine_ to desolate;
_He_ stole from Heaven the flame for which he fell,
Whilst _thine_ be stolen from thy native Hell."

--Attached to Proof v., April 25.]

[iw] _While earth was Gallia's, Gallia thine_.--[MS.]

[ix] {314} _Where is that tattered_----.--[MS.]

[iy] ----_the laurel-circled crest_.--[MS.]

[263] [Byron had recently become possessed of a "fine print" (by Raphael
Morghen, after Gerard) of Napoleon in his imperial robes, which (see
_Journal_, March 6, 1814, _Letters_, 1898, ii. 393, note 2) became him
"as if he had been hatched in them." According to the catalogue of
Morghen's works, the engraving represents "the head nearly full-face,
looking to the right, crowned with laurel. He wears an enormous velvet
robe embroidered with bees--hanging over it the collar and jewel of the
Legion of Honour." It was no doubt this "fine print" which suggested
"the star, the string [i.e. the chain of enamelled eagles], the crest."]

[iz] _Where may the eye of man repose_.--[MS.]

[ja] _Alas! and must there be but one!_--[MS.]

[264] ["The two stanzas which I now send you were, by some mistake,
omitted in the copies of Lord Byron's spirited and poetical 'Ode to
Napoleon Buonaparte,' already published. One of 'the devils' in Mr.
Davison's employ procured a copy of this for me, and I give you the
chance of first discovering them to the world.

"Your obedient servant,

"J. R."

"Yes! better to have stood the storm,
A Monarch to the last!
Although that heartless fireless form
Had crumbled in the blast:
Than stoop to drag out Life's last years,
The nights of terror, days of tears
For all the splendour past;
Then,--after ages would ha