History Repeats.

("Ode to Napoleon".--Byron).

'Tis done, but yesterday a King,

And armed with Kings to strive,

And now thou art a nameless thing

So abject--yet alive.

The triumph and the vanity,

The rapture of the strife,

The earthquake voice of victory

To thee the breath of life.

The sword, the sceptre, and that sway

Which man seemed made but to obey

All quelled! Dark spirit, what must be

The madness of thy memory? Boston Globe.