fang, lined with the skins of tigers, foxes, and monkies. General Abdallah Menou, in full regimentals, carried the Alcoran, escorted by a corps of Mamelukes and Arabs; and the Bishop of Autun, Talleyrand, in his epifcopal drefs, carried the Bible, efcorted by the Italian Confular Guard. His Imperial Majefty, Napoleon the First, then followed; having in one hand a demi-globe, in the form of a bowl, and in the other a feeptre, with two sharp points, one of which was poifoned. The bowl, as well as the fceptre, was of the Jaffa manufactory. His Majefty's carriage was drawn by 116 horses, reprefenting the 116 departments of his dominions; and mounted by deputations of the Senate, of the Tribunate, and of the Legislative Body, dreffed like Mountebanks. General Berthier acted as coachman; the two Confuls as lacqueys; and Cardinal Caprara, with the four French Revolutionary Cardinals, as postillions. Immediately after the Emperor's coach, followed in a balloon, Her Imperial Majefty the Emprefs, Jofephine La Pagerie, Beauharnois, Barras, Bonaparté, &c. She was accompanied by a battalion of maids of honour on horseback. Arrived at Bicetre *, Their Majefties were met by a deputation of Mufties, Chieks, and of the other revolutionary clergy, repeating Domine, falvum fac Imperatorem domi hujus; to which all the active citizens. of Bicetre anfwered, Amen! After the Muffulmen had finished their readings of the Alcoran, Abbé Sieyes afcended the pulpit, and delivered a pathetic fermon, informing the audience of the great honour and eminent fervices which the new The Bicetre is a prifon two miles from Paris, where all perfons incurably mad, or incorrigibly wicked, are fhut up. It was formerly a caftle, and has yet a large chapel. Emperor Emperor had done the French nation, during the maffacres at Toulon in 1793, in thofe at Paris in 1795, in thofe in Italy during 1797, and in those at Jaffa in 1799. In the absence of the Pope, the Bishop Talleyrand performed the coronation ceremony. To preferve the Republican fimplicity, the Imperial Crown had been made at Luxemburgh, of gilt paper, and received the bleffings of Bifhop Gregoire* and Abbé Sieyes. Madame Talleyrand performed the coronation ceremony on Madame Bonaparté. Her crown was fimilar to that of her Imperial Confort, with the exception that Madame Tallien and Madanie Recamier had read prayers over it. To gratify the curiofity of the people, the proceffion returned on foot. But the confpiracies of the Chouans are not yet at an end; their accomplices in the clouds poured down a hail-ftorm, which washed away the Imperial Crowns and the Conftitutional Codes, and wetted, befides, Their Imperial Majesties to the skin. Except this accident, every thing paffed on with the greateft regularity. A CORONATION ODE, TO BE CHANTED BY EMPEROR BONAPARTE'. Bishop Gregoire, in giving his vote for the death of Louis XVI. faid, "The word Hereditary Sovereign is a kind of talifman, the magic power of which may create many diforders; the abolition is therefore neceffary. Kings or Emperors are, in the moral world, what monfters are in the natural; Courts are always the centre of corruption, and the workhouse of crimes."-Gregoire is now a Senator, and one of those who voted for an hereditary Sovereignty in the Bonaparté family. Teach Teach heav'n and earth to roar Such elevated ftrains As man ne'er heard before; Let every heart with gladness throb ; Behold it now with ripen'd fruit abound, Will not this lofty theme infpire Let not your throats be still. This day through all the ftreets refound For ftrains of harmony renown'd; For lo Rejoice, ye Atheifts-and ye True Believers O thou fole object of my adoration! I owe this ftately Throne !. What though my title to this robe By fools is not accounted good? I have a right to reign-for Fortune is my Friend! Sons of Freedom, fons of Fame, Who Who trampled on the facred laws Of Heav'n and Earth, in Freedom's cause, See now your Idol condefcend To hear your pray'rs-your troubles end! In fpite of all your envious neighbours, At length, in crowning me, fhe amply crowns your labours! For which you fought so long—'t is me!!! Inftead of "Vive la Liberté," "Long live our Emperor and King, O Heav'ns! that wondrous thing am 1, PROLOGUE, BARDD CLOFF. SPOKEN BY MR. WROTTESLEY, IN THE CHARACTER OF DDS, jays and magpies! 'midft this fprightly bevy, But in this chrong, of whim and frolic full, And jovial laughter fhakes his generous fides! VOL. VIII. Yes, Yes, he can laugh, and loudly too, whene'er E'en if the waves, when Gallic hordes affail us, But hark! I hear fome murmurs in the crowd; * The man's a fcoundrel; I can ne'er excufe him, Fight him, be-tyrant him, dethrone him, kill him; Whilft our lov'd King, throughout this happy ifle, E'er fay to free-born Britons-" Smile no more ?" A DONKEY ODE. [From the Morning Herald.] AT Foley Houfe was run a race (Fit to be fung with Chevy Chase) Yelep'd Jack Ales-ftout and good, 'Twas done fo well, Which of this Donkey clafs Turn'd out the braver Afs, He that did give, or he that on the plate! Mr. Sheridan. Marquis and Marchionels of H NIM. |