"His followers still treat him with the greatest respect, not one of them, not even the Duke of ROVIGO himself, ever speaking to him, without being uncovered the whole time. He does not appear out until about half-past ten, though he rises about seven. He breakfasts in the French fashion at eleven, and dines at six. He spends most of the day alone in the after-cabin, and reads a great deal. He retires to bed about eight. He has not latterly been much upon the quarter-deck. His suite is composed of fifty people." I give an illustration of "Bonaparte on the Quarter-deck of H.M.S. _Northumberland_, drawn during his passage to St. Helena," which fully bears out the above description. On July 26th orders came for the _Bellerophon_ to go to Plymouth, which being reached, two frigates, the _Liffey_, and _Eurotas_, were anchored, one on either side of her, and kept strict guard over her. No boat from the shore was allowed to come within a cable's length[6] of her, and ships' boats continually rowing round her, kept that space clear. [Footnote 6: A measure of about one hundred fathoms. In all marine charts a Cable is deemed 607.56 feet, or one-tenth of a Sea Mile.] Visitors from London, and all parts of England, came to get a glimpse of him, and the sea was literally alive with boats of every description. The following is by an eye witness[7]:-- "There is nothing so dull as mere fact, you'll admit, While you read my detail, unenlivened by wit. My friends will believe, though they're told it in rhyme, That I thought to return in a far shorter time. When at once we're resolv'd, by half past on the move, And by two, but a trio, we reach Mutton Cove; When approaching the quay, such a rabble and rout, That we ask, 'My good friend, what is all this about?' 'They are rowing a race, and some boats are come in, While these people are waiting till t'others begin.' Well aware of our folly, with risible lip, The boatman we told to make haste to _the_ ship; On the colours of fish,[8] here by hampers-full landing, We gaze for amuzement, while still we're kept standing; At length to the Admiral's stairs we have got, See his party on board, and hear tunes from his yacht. The day is delightful, the gale just enough For the sea to look lively, without being rough. With those first at the ship, our sight costs the dearer, As we've longer to wait, and not in the end, nearer; For by land, and by water, so different the case is, 'Twas long before we were jam'd into our places; But on further advice, we'll at present be dumb, For half the spectators, you know, are now come. In one boat, a bevy, all sarcenet and veil, In the next some good fellows are toping their ale. 'Avast! here's the gun boat.' 'Aye, here it come smack.' And the ladies cry, 'Captain, they'll drive us all back.' Then some bully our men, with 'Skull out there, skull out.'