Produced by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, Christine D. and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net THE SCRAP BOOK. Vol. I. AUGUST, 1906. No. 6. THE TOMB OF NAPOLEON. BY ROBERT G. INGERSOLL. A little while ago I stood by the grave of the old Napoleon--a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost for a deity dead--and gazed upon the sarcophagus of rare and nameless marble, where rest at last the ashes of that restless man. I leaned over the balustrade and thought about the career of the greatest soldier of the modern world. I saw him walking upon the banks of the Seine contemplating suicide. I saw him at Toulon. I saw him putting down the mob in the streets of Paris. I saw him at the head of the army in Italy. I saw him crossing the bridge at Lodi with the tricolor in his hand. I saw him in Egypt, in the shadow of the Pyramids. I saw him conquer the Alps and mingle the eagles of France with the eagles of the crags. I saw him at Marengo, at Ulm, and at Austerlitz. I saw him in Russia, when the infantry of the snow and the cavalry of the wild blast scattered his legions like winter's withered leaves. I saw him at Leipsic in defeat and disaster--driven by a million bayonets back upon Paris--clutched like a wild beast--banished to Elba. I saw him escape and retake an empire by the force of his genius. I saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo, where chance and fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king. And I saw him at St. Helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea. I thought of the widows and orphans he had made, of the tears that had been shed for his glory, and of the only woman who ever loved him, pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition. And I said I would rather have been a French peasant and worn wooden shoes; I would rather have lived in a hut with a vine growing over the door, and the grapes growing purple in the amorous kisses of the autumn sun; I would rather have been that poor peasant, with my wife by my side knitting as the day died out of the sky, with my children upon my knees and their arms about me; I would rather have been this man and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust, than to have been that imperial personation of force and murder known as Napoleon the Great. The Latest Viewpoints of Men Worth While President Roosevelt Calls Our Supreme Bench the Most Dignified and Powerful Court in the World--Professor Peabody Describes the German Kaiser as a Man of Peace--Chancellor MacCracken Discusses Teaching as a Profession for College Graduates--Ex-Secretary Herbert Denies that the Confederate Soldiers Were Rebels--With Other Notable Expressions of Opinion from Speakers Entitled to a Hearing. _Compiled and edited for_ THE SCRAP BOOK. WHAT THE SUPREME COURT STANDS FOR.