When Emperor Nap to France returned, He much admired his boy; The nurse, whose anxious bosom burned T’ increase the father’s joy. ‘How much he talks! how much he’s grown!’ Would every moment cry; ‘Besides he has learnt to run alone.’ Says Boney, ‘So have I.’ Here is another:-- NAPOLEON A RUNAWAY FROM HIS ARMY. ‘A new Achilles, I,’ spake Gaul’s stern chief, Nor spake a lie--albeit he _were_ a thief; For, like Achilles, to the untimely grave Hosts he had hurled, the bravest of the brave; Insate of wrath, stiffnecked, implacable, Wrecker of towns; and fleet of foot as well; So like was he in much; yet not in all;-- The heel, that slew the Greek, has saved the Gaul. Napoleon was not the man to sit still under defeat, and, very shortly after his return, he set himself to repair losses. These were heavy; there was an entirely new artillery to be provided, remounts for his cavalry, and, what was of the greatest importance, a new army to be made. This he got by anticipating the conscription of 1814, and the patriotism of his people helped him largely with the remainder. The caricaturist has sharp eyes, and he produced ‘Bonaparte reviewing his Conscripts,’ which is an anonymous picture, dated February 23, 1813, and represents the Emperor, who is mounted on a jackass, and who has a very motley following, reviewing his Dutch light horse, who are mounted on frogs, every man with a keg of Hollands under his arm. There is a very comical picture of ‘Bonaparte addressing the Legislative Body’ after his return from Russia (designed December 1, 1812, published February 24, 1813). Here the discomfited Emperor is in very sorry plight: his coat is in tatters, his breeches cover only a very small portion of his legs, his toes are well out of his boots, and he in vain tries, with his handkerchief, to stop the tears which flow so copiously, as he says, ‘I myself entered Russia. The Russian Armies could not stand before our armies. The French Arms were constantly victorious--A swarm of Tartars turned their parricidal hands against the finest provinces of that vast Empire which they had been called upon to defend--But the excessive and premature rigour of the winter brought down a heavy calamity upon my army--In a few nights I saw everything change.--The misfortunes produced by rigour of hoar frosts, have been made apparent in all their extent--I experienced great losses--they would have broken my heart, if under such circumstances, I could have been accessible to any other sentiments than those of the interest--the glory--and the future prosperity of my people--I have signed with the Pope, a Concordat, which terminates all the differences that unfortunately had arisen in the Church--The French Dynasty reigns--and will reign in Spain--I am satisfied with all my allies--I will abandon none of them--The Russians shall return into their frightful climate.’