is appliance you find the thoughts of the
speaker running through these sensitive wires until, like telegraphic
messages, they reach their destination on earth."

I listened to Franklin's explanation of this gigantic sensorium with my
soul filled with love and admiration for the great Creator who had formed
the human mind with its vast capacity for penetrating the sublime
mysteries of nature.

After leaving the dome I continued my inspection of the edifice. But of
its halls and galleries, its boudoirs, libraries, and peerless gardens, I
will speak at some future time.

NAPOLEON BONAPARTE.

_TO THE FRENCH NATION_.

Triumph sits regent upon the Napoleonic banner. Napoleon the First is
dictator to Napoleon the Third. By my side stands Josephine. We were not
destined to part eternally. In Louis Napoleon Bonaparte her blood and
mine commingle. _Restez-vous, mon patrie; Napoleon shall decide aright.
_No, petit garcon, _Napoleon le Grand will place you upon the highest
pinnacle of peace.

Fate is inexorable. The decrees of destiny are more potent than the
wisdom of man. France and Napoleon are indissoluble. The star of
Bonaparte is destined to shine yet for the next half-century. None but a
patriot shall rule France. No proud Austrian, nor weak and haughty
Bourbon shall flame their colors from the palaces of France. No, my
countryman! he who serves you, who leads your armies to victory, who
raises your citizens to distinction, he whose courage is undaunted, he
who has the power of prescience--is Napoleon.

When Louis shall join me his spirit and mine will still animate the
Bonapartes who shall come after us.

Repose entire confidence in his discretion. Napoleon the Third lives only
for France.

You cry for liberty of speech and liberty of the press. But liberty is
anarchy. Would you demand liberty for the army? Without a head to guide
and control it, the army of France would be a scourge.

Through calamity the most depressing, the hand of destiny has led Louis
Napoleon to the throne of France, and against sickness and disease,
against the hand of the assassin, and against vilifications of his
enemies, it will hold him there, firm. His time has not yet come. Before
he bids adieu to life he will secure an able leader for France.

I give him my hand. I embrace him in spirit. The shadow of Napoleon
attends him by day and by night.

Adieu,
NAPOLEON.

W. M. THACKERAY.

_HIS POST MORTEM EXPERIENCE_.