‘Yet if he is still a man, he must, now that he is reduced to solitude and leisure, have some religion or other engraven in his soul, that will make him feel compunction for the many horrible atrocities of which he has been guilty. It is said that he needs incessant exercise for the relief of his bilious complaint; perhaps, also, he may now first discover that he has need of incessant bustle also, in order to abstract his attention from a certain mental malady, called an evil conscience. In the midst of the horror which his crimes always excited in well-constituted minds, throughout Europe, there was a certain mixture of contempt, or derision, excited by the little knaveries which he practised, and the same feeling will not fail to mingle itself in this the closing scene of his drama, on observing the attendants of such a man, who had been used to sport with oaths, to laugh at engagements, to make a mockery of religion, to commit or direct murder in all its forms, from the midnight assassination, up to the boundless slaughter of the tented field, anxious to provide for the amusement of his, and their, declining years, by a stock of cards, domino and backgammon tables.’ Whilst they are on their journey, we will just glance at the few remaining caricatures. ‘The Ex-Emperor in a bottle’ is a somewhat serious, and well-executed, engraving (August 25, 1815). Napoleon is enclosed in a glass bottle, which the Prince Regent, who wears a superb hussar uniform, has just sealed with a seal bearing the imprint of a cannon and the legend _Martial Achievements_; around are grouped the figures named in the following verses--Louis the Eighteenth being on his knees, his eyes being raised in pious thankfulness to Heaven. Ambition’s dread career at length is o’er, And weeping Europe hopes for peace once more; Sov’reigns in arms, at length the world have freed, And Britain’s warlike sons no more shall bleed: The great Napoleon now resigns his sway, And in a bottle seal’d is borne away. England’s great Prince, whom Europe does confess The potent friend of Freedom in distress, With _Allies_ brave, to the world impartial, Seal’d up their foe with _Achievements martial_, That he no more disturb the tranquil World, Nor be again his bloody flag unfurl’d. ’Twas Alexander great, of generous mind, With zealous Frederick, who to peace inclined, Resolv’d with Francis, in propitious hour, To free old Gallia from the Despot’s power. Her tyrannic Lord from rule is driven, And grateful Louis offers thanks to Heaven. The _Martial Heroes_ next a tribute claim, First Wellington, immortal is his fame: And Blücher, who, for valour long renown’d, Compell’d the Tyrant’s legions to give ground: The cautious Swartzenberg, of wise delays, And the brave Platoff, ask their share of praise.