"They that see thee," saith the inspired prophet, "they that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, and did shake kingdoms; that made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof; that opened not the house of his prisoners? All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory every one in his own house. Thou shalt not be joined with them in burial, because thou hast destroyed thy land, and slain thy people; the seed of evil-doers shall never be renowned."[5] [5] Isaiah, xiv. 16, 17, 18, 20. The willows are decaying fast, and one of them rests upon the sharp spears of the railing, which are buried in its trunk--as though it were comitting suicide for very grief! The foliage of the rest is thinned and disfigured by the frequent and almost excusable depredations of visiters. Fresh cuttings have however, been planted by the Governor, who intends, moreover, to set cypresses round the outer fence. Madame Bertrand's immortelles have proved, alas! mortal. The fine, tall, old corporal, who came out from England with the ex-emperor, was full of his praises: "I saw the General often," said the old fellow; "he had an eye in his head like an eagle!" He described the visit of the French pilgrims to this spot--their Kibla--as most affecting. Some are extravagant beyond measure in their grief, falling on their faces round the railing (which they never enter, as foreigners do), praying, weeping, and even tearing their hair. Whilst we were there, my friend of yesterday came towards the spot; but when he saw our large, and, I fear me, rather unimpressed party, he turned upwards, and disappeared. After inscribing our names in a book--into which also appropriate poetry, as well as ribald nonsense finds its way--we drank to Napoleon's immortal memory in his own favourite spring, and mounting our steeds spurred towards Plantation House. On the road, we passed within view of "the Briars," where the chief resided during the building of Longwood; and where he, "Whose game was kingdoms, and whose stakes were thrones! His table earth, his dice were human bones!" played at whist with the owner, Mr. Balcombe, for _sugar-plums!_ * * * * * ANECDOTE GALLERY. * * * * * OUR ANECDOTAGE. (_From the New Monthly Magazine._) Daniel De Foe said there was only this difference between the fates of Charles the First, and his son James the Second; that the former's was a wet martyrdom and the other's a dry one. When Sir Richard Steele was made a Member of the Commons it was expected from his ingenious writings that he would have been an admirable orator, but it not proving so, De Foe said "He had better have continued the _Spectator_ than the _Tatler_."