ld be given of the statue before it revolves.
In the second view, the pedestal must slowly revolve, while a
plaintive air is played on the melodeon. This tableau has been
admired by many, and will repay any one for the trouble of producing
it.

NAPOLEON AND HIS OLD GUARD AT WATERLOO.

Last noon beheld them full of lusty life;
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay;
The midnight brought the signal sound of strife;
The morn, the marshalling in arms; the day,
Battle's magnificently stern array!
The thunder clouds closed o'er it, which, when, rent,
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,
Rider and horse--friend, foe--in one red burial blent.

BYRON.

Forty Male Figures.

The battle of Waterloo was fought on the 18th of June, 1815. It was on
the Sabbath day. The Emperor's wasted bands were now in the extreme of
exhaustion. For eight hours, every physical energy had been tasked to
its utmost endurance, by such a conflict as the world had seldom seen
before. Twenty thousand of his soldiers were either bleeding upon the
ground or motionless in death. Every thing depended now upon one
desperate charge by the Old Guard. The Emperor placed himself at the
head of this devoted and invincible band, and advanced in front of the
British lines. Silently, sternly, unflinchingly they pressed on, till
they arrived within a few yards of the batteries of the enemy. A peal,
as of crushing thunder, burst upon the plain; a tempest of bullets,
shot, shells, and all the horrible missiles of war, fell like
hailstones upon the living mass. A gust of wind swept away the smoke,
and, as the anxious eye of Napoleon pierced the tumult of the battle
to find his Guard, it had disappeared. Napoleon threw himself into a
small square which he had kept as a reserve, and urged it forward into
the densest throngs of the enemy. He was resolved to perish with his
Guard. Cambronne, its brave commander, seized the reins of the
Emperor's horse, and said to him, in beseeching tones, "Sire, death
shuns you; you will but be made a prisoner." Napoleon shook his head,
and for a moment resisted; but his better judgment told him that thus
to throw away his life would be but an act of suicide. With tearful
eyes, he bowed to those heroes who proved faithful even to death; with
a melancholy cry, they shouted, "_Vive l'Empereur!_" Thes