This might have been good logic had it not been for the little episode of Elba, which showed that neither honour, nor treaties, could bind him, and the contiguity of England to France was far too near. His residence here would be a fruitful source of intrigue and danger to both countries. Every reason of sound policy was for his complete isolation; but, whether that sentence was carried out either humanely, or with even a show of deference to Napoleon's feelings, is another question, which needs no discussion here. On the 6th they anchored off Start Point, and were soon joined by the _Northumberland_ and two frigates, full of soldiers, who were to form the garrison of St. Helena. By order, the arms of Napoleon's suite were taken from them, but the ex-Emperor was allowed to retain his sword. All their money, diamonds, and saleable effects were put under seal, but Napoleon kept his plate, baggage, wines, and provisions. The search of his personal effects greatly exasperated him. [Illustration: Boxiana; or, The Fancy. (_Published by Mr. Jones, 5, Newgate Street, October 1, 1815._)] Between one and two o'clock p.m. of the 7th of August the transfer from the _Bellerophon_ to the _Northumberland_ was made, and then, as there was nothing else to wait for, "Cæsar and his fortunes" sailed from St. Helena. There were but a very few satirical prints anent him published after his departure, and, I think, not one after the news of his safe arrival at St. Helena. There was a sense of relief that now he was powerless for mischief, and a revulsion of feeling set in. It was then the heyday of Boxing, and it was felt repugnant to all feelings of English manliness, to "hit a man when he was down." The Prince of Wales was severely remarked on for his conduct to his illustrious Captive, and the following poetry was exceedingly popular. This illustration, which is separate from, but goes well with the song, is called "BOXIANA, or the FANCY," and the poem is an "Epistle from TOM CRIBB to BIG BEN, containing some Foul Play in a Pugilistic Encounter," August, 1815:-- "What, Ben! my big hero, is this thy renown? Is _this_ the _new Go_--kick a man when he's down? When the foe has _knockt under_, to tread on him then? By the fist of my father, I blush for thee, _Ben_! _Foul! Foul!_ all the _Lads of the Fancy_ exclaim-- _Charley Shock_ is electrified--_Belcher_ spits flame-- And _Molyneux_--aye, even Blackey, cries Shame!