It was at this time that new fires broke out in many parts of the Arbat Ward, and after Napoleon had entered the Palace of the Kremlin, the Bazaar and the so-called Carriage Mart, together with a number of dwelling-houses round the Kremlin, burst into flames. Napoleon hurried to the scene, issuing orders interspersed with curses and threats against the troops and Marshal Mortier. “The sight of the Kremlin, however,” says Ségur, “the majestic dwelling of the line of Rurik and the Romanofs, the throne still standing in its accustomed place, the Cross of Ivan the Great, and the beautiful part of the city commanded by the Palace, restored, in some degree, his peace of mind. His hopes revived; the conquest was at least flattering to his pride, and he said with some complacency, “_Me voilà, enfin!_ Here am I at last in Moscow, in the ancient palace of the Tsars! in the Kremlin itself!” He examined everything with mingled pride, curiosity, and pleasure; made inquiries as to the resources of the town, and began to consider the possibility of making peace.” The enthusiasm in Paris on receipt of the news that Napoleon had entered Moscow was indescribable. The only anxiety was lest he should rest satisfied with his laurels and not march triumphantly into India! Innumerable sonnets, epistles, odes, and eulogistic rhymes of all kinds were published in honour of the occasion. Here are a few specimens in the original, for they would suffer by translation; we have merely left out a few descriptive passages of a purely imaginary character— ODE À SA MAJESTÉ L’EMPEREUR ET ROI, SUR LA PRISE DE MOSCOU, PAR M. QUAYNAT. “Elevons nos chants d’allégresse! Vantons nos triomphes heureux! Jadis l’Italie et la Grèce Eurent des soutiens valeureux; Jusqu’à nos jours, Athène et Rome Doutaient de voir paraître un homme Qui pût égaler leurs succès. Maintenant, elles sont moins fières, En trouvant les preuves contraires Dans le monarque des Français. * * * * * * Ton vainqueur, témoin de ces crimes, Moscou, déplore tes malheurs, Et par des secours magnanimes S’efforce d’essuyer tes pleurs; Mais tes maux sont trop innombrables, Sur ces pertes irréparables, Moscou, tu gémiras longtemps. Pleure, vingt siècles sans orages N’effaceraient pas les ravages Des brandons de monstres sanglans.” Another lyric poet, Paul Chanin, anathematizes Russia in a ‘Poem on the Campaign of Russia by the United Armies of France and Germany.’