t, inflexible original, the same mysterious, incomprehensible
self--the man without a model and without a shadow!"

_A wreck of ambition, deserted, alone,
He rode o'er the bones of mankind to a throne;
The star of his destiny sunk out of view,
Eclipsed in the blood of the famed Waterloo.
A marvelous meteor that flashed o'er the wave,
To darkle at last in the gloom of the grave.
Vain, vain all the pomp of Napoleon's pride,
Broken-hearted, alone, disappointed he died,
And left to the world but the sound of his name--
The fool of ambition, the football of fame!_

I sat at the second story corner window of a wine house in Paris on the
14th of July, 1789, and gazed on the infuriated, surging mob of a hundred
thousand Frenchmen, as they stormed the

BASTILE,

and struck a grand and lasting blow against the cruel minions of monarchy,
raising the banner of equal right, and God-given liberty for all mankind.

Five hundred years of royal wrong and imperial lordly wickedness were
avenged in an hour, and the liberty cap of the people thrown high in the
air of freedom to bid defiance to government by tyranny.

Then for four bloody years the surging sea of wealth and power against the
common people, muscle and manhood, defying royalty, I saw thousands of
heads go to the block, the executioner of to-day being the executed of
to-morrow, until a river of blood drenched the gutters of Paris, with the
people at last on top and triumphant as they shall ever be adown the
circling ages!

I stood near the guillotine of

LOUIS THE SIXTEENTH

as his head went off on the 31st of January, 1793, and then alternately,
royalist and commoner were imprisoned and killed by the "committee of
safety!"

Marie Antoinette, Charlotte Corday, Marat, Madame Roland, Danton,
Robespierre and one hundred thousand other mortals, rich and poor, went
down in the insane, frantic effort for equal rights and eternal justice.

The French Revolution following so soon upon the great American Revolution,
shouldered the people's cause ahead more than a thousand years, and was
worth every drop of blood spilled in the triumphal march of freedom!

The blood of the martyr has always watered the roots of the tree of
Liberty; and in a few more years the devilish hoards of "Divine Right"
robbers and murderers will be swept into the rubbish heaps of oblivion. God
grant their speedy destruction! Wolves devouring the provender of