“1. The _scene_ that now opens upon the soldiers of France, by being obliged to leave the coast, and march eastwards, is sadly different from that _Land of Promise_ which, for two years, has been held out to them, in all sorts of gay delusions. After all the efforts of the _Imperial Boat Builder_, instead of sailing over the Channel, they have to cross the _Rhine_. The bleak _forests_ of Suabia will make but a sorry exchange for the promised spoils of our _Docks_ and _Warehouses_. They will not find any equivalent for the _plunder of the Bank_, in another bloody passage through ‘the _Valley of Hell_;’ but they seem to have forgotten the magnificent promise of the _Milliard_.”[22] The _Times_ (September 13th) quoting from a French paper, shows that they endeavoured to put a totally different construction on the withdrawal of their troops, or rather to make light of it. “Whilst the German papers, with much noise, make more troops march than all the Powers together possess, France, which needs not to augment her forces, in order to display them in an imposing manner, detaches a few thousand troops from the Army of England, to cover her frontiers, which are menaced by the imprudent conduct of Austria. England is preparing fresh victories for us, and for herself fresh motives for decrying her ambition. After all, those movements are not yet a certain sign of war,” &c. The greatest loss the English Nation sustained this year, was the death of Admiral Lord Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar, which was fought on the 21st of October, 1805. [Illustration: DEATH OF NELSON.] On the 6th of November the glorious news of the Victory was published, and there was but one opinion—that it was purchased too dearly. That evening London was but partially illuminated. On the 7th these symptoms of rejoicing were general, but throughout them there was a sombre air—a mingling of the cypress with the laurel, and men went about gloomily, thinking of the dead hero: at least most did—some did not; even of those who might have worn a decent semblance of woe—old sailors—some of whom, according to the _Times_, behaved in a somewhat unseemly manner. “A squadron of shattered _tars_ were drawn up in _line of battle_, opposite the Treasury, at anchor, with their lights _aloft_, all _well stowed with grog_, flourishing their mutilated stumps, cheering all hands, and making the best of their position, in collecting _prize money_.”