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;
For Bonaparté reigns!

Let every heart with gladness throb ;
Rejoice, illuftrious Sov'reign Mob!
Rejoice ye furious Sans Culottes,
Heroic fwains and witty fots;
And ye moft mighty twins,
Brave Cordeliers and Jacobins,
Who planted first the tree
Of Gallic liberty!

Behold it now with ripen'd fruit abound,
-Lo! Bonaparté crown'd!

Will not this lofty theme infpire
Thy nobleft lays-thou lazy lyre?
Then let more pliant mufic play,
Aud ufher in this glorious day:
Sound-more congenial to my ears,
To steel my heart and drown my fears-
Sound, found, ye cannon hoarse!
Sound, found, ye trumpets fhrill!
And mufic still more coarse,

Let not your throats be still.

This day through all the ftreets refound
Melodious marrowbones and cleavers !

For ftrains of harmony renown'd;

For lo

Rejoice, ye Atheifts-and ye True Believers
your mighty Emperor's crown'd!

O thou fole object of my adoration!
Who rais'd me to this lofty ftation;
To thee to thee alone

I owe this ftately Throne !.

What though my title to this robe
So richly dy'd in Royal blood,
Which makes me King of half the globe,

By fools is not accounted good?
Let others to fuch idle whims attend,

I have a right to reign-for Fortune is my Friend!

Sons of Freedom, fons of Fame,
Now first worthy of the name!

Who

Who trampled on the facred laws

Of Heav'n and Earth, in Freedom's cause,
Swore and forfwore yourselves genteelly,
Dethron'd your King-forfook your God;
Then fought and bled, like heroes, freely,
At ev'ry wily Tyrant's nod.

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!
When you dethron'd and kill'd your King,
And hatred to all Sovereigns fwore,
Ye knew not what a precious thing
Kind Fortune had for you in ftore!
Behold your idol Liberty,

For which you fought so long—'t is me!!!
The mangled bodies of the Princely race,
And other virtuous victims of your fury,
So bravely butcher'd without judge or jury,
Form for my Throne a noble bafe!
Then bow your heads, and fing,

Inftead of "Vive la Liberté,"

"Long live our Emperor and King,
Fruit of our fertile tree!"

O Heav'ns! that wondrous thing am 1,
Methinks I feel my head already touch the sky!

PROLOGUE,

BARDD CLOFF.

SPOKEN BY MR. WROTTESLEY, IN THE CHARACTER OF
JOHN BULL, AT THE FOLEY HOUSE MASQUERADE.

DDS, jays and magpies! 'midft this fprightly bevy,
My frit, if heard, may feem too grave and heavy;

But in this chrong, of whim and frolic full,
Some English tars will liften to John Bull.
Think not John Bull efteems it meritorious
On harmless merriment to be cenforious:
No-when his fterner duties are perform'd,
The patriot flame, which all his bofom warm'd,
Ever in fparks of focial wit fubfides,

And jovial laughter fhakes his generous fides!

VOL. VIII.

Yes,

Yes, he can laugh, and loudly too, whene'er
Our foes invafion or descent prepare!

E'en if the waves, when Gallic hordes affail us,
Barr'd with the oak of British navies, fail us,
Our fea-built gate their strongest effort thwarts,
Barr'd with the adamant of British hearts.

But hark! I hear fome murmurs in the crowd;
They tell me to take care, nor fpeak too loud-
A Statesman fays, "Your gibes may reach, I fear,
The Confular-I mean th' Imperial ear:

*

The man's a fcoundrel; I can ne'er excufe him,
And in the Senate constantly abuse him:

Fight him, be-tyrant him, dethrone him, kill him;
But jokes, you know, with bile and gall may fill him:
This jeft of yours might prove a dangerous teaser;
Shoot as you may, you must not laugh at Cæfar."
And must then all our objects of derifion
Be fubject to an enemy's revifion?

Whilft our lov'd King, throughout this happy ifle,
Bids every face with cheerful pleasure fmile,
Shall counter-orders from an hoftile fhore

E'er fay to free-born Britons-" Smile no more ?"
No, but one nobler fentiment prevails,
Though foreign threat, though.party clamour fails:
Howe'er State cant his anger may provoke,
John Bull difclaims, abhors the dangerous joke
Which can excite one kindred bofom's fears,
Or risk to caufe one anxious parent's tears t.

A DONKEY ODE.

[From the Morning Herald.]

AT Foley Houfe was run a race

(Fit to be fung with Chevy Chase)
By things of blood,

Yelep'd Jack Ales-ftout and good,
Who ran fo defperate and dead a heat,
That none could tell,

'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.