A little moral panorama would do him no harm, after that reminder of the Duke of Enghien. Shall it be, young Compassion? SPIRIT OF THE PITIES What good--if that old Years tells us be true? But I say naught. To ordain is not for me! [Thereupon a vision passes before NAPOLEON as he lies, comprising hundreds of thousands of skeletons and corpses in various stages of decay. They rise from his various battlefields, the flesh dropping from them, and gaze reproachfully at him. His intimate officers who have been slain he recognizes among the crowd. In front is the DUKE OF ENGHIEN as showman.] NAPOLEON [in his sleep] Why, why should this reproach be dealt me now? Why hold me my own master, if I be Ruled by the pitiless Planet of Destiny? [He jumps up in a sweat and puts out the last candle; and the scene is curtained by darkness.] SCENE IV A CHAMBER OVERLOOKING A MAIN STREET IN BRUSSELS [A June sunrise; the beams struggling through the window-curtains. A canopied bed in a recess on the left. The quick notes of “Brighton Camp, or the “Girl I've left behind me,” strike sharply into the room from fifes and drums without. A young lady in a dressing-gown, who has evidently been awaiting the sound, springs from the bed like a hare from its form, undraws window-curtains and opens the window. Columns of British soldiery are marching past from the Parc southward out of the city by the Namur Gate. The windows of other houses in the street rattle open, and become full of gazers. A tap at the door. An older lady enters, and comes up to the first.] YOUNGER LADY [turning] O mamma--I didn't hear you! ELDER LADY I was sound asleep till the thumping of the drums set me fantastically dreaming, and when I awoke I found they were real. Did they wake you too, my dear? Younger Lady [reluctantly] I didn't require waking. I hadn't slept since we came home. ELDER LADY That was from the excitement of the ball. There are dark rings round your eye. [The fifes and drums are now opposite, and thrill the air in the room.] Ah--that “Girl I've left behind me!”--which so many thousands of women have throbbed an accompaniment to, and will again to-day if ever they did! YOUNGER LADY [her voice faltering] It is rather cruel to say that just now, mamma. There, I can't look at them after it! [She turns and wipes her eyes.] ELDER LADY