plain cocked-hat, the only ornament to which
was a national cockade. His hair, unpowdered,
was cut close to his neck." Now this
(excuse the anachronism) is a perfect photograph,
and might serve as a guide to any
English artist desirous of emulating as a
Napoleographer, the achievements of Meissonnier or
Gerome. We have had, from English painters,
Napoleon in blue, in green, in a grey great-
coat, in his purple coronation robes, even
in the striped nankeen suit of his exile on
the Rock. But the great enemy of England
in scarlet ! the vanquished of Waterloo in a
red coat ! But for Mr. Nobody's testimony I
should just as soon have imagined George the
Third with a Phrygian cap over his wig, or the
Right Honourable William Pitt weathering
the storm as a sans culotte.

Again did Mr. Nobody see the Corsican, and
at his own house— in the audience hall of the
Tuileries. Mr. Jackson was minister plenipotentiary
from England prior to Lord Whitworth's
coming; and to Mr. Jackson did Mr.
Nobody apply to obtain presentation at the
court of the First Consul. His name— what
was his name?— being accordingly sent in to
Citizen Talleyrand, three years afterwards to
be Prince of Beneventum, minister of foreign
affairs, Mr. N. drove to the Tuileries at three
o'clock in the afternoon, and was ushered into
a small apartment on the ground-floor, called
the Saloon of the Ambassadors, where the
foreign ministers and their respective countrymen
waited until Napoleon was ready to
receive them. Chocolate, sherbet, and liqueurs
in abundance having been handed around— a
hint for St. James's Palace in '69— the doors,
after an hour's interval, were thrown open,
and the guests ascended the grand staircase,
which was lined by grenadiers with their arms
grounded. Passing through four or five rooms,
in each of which was an officer's guard, who
saluted the strangers, the cortége came into the
presence chamber. Here stood Bonaparte,
between Cambacérès, the second, and Lebrun, the
third consul. The triumvirs were all in full fig
of scarlet velvet and gold. The generals, senators,
and counsellors of state who surrounded
Napoleon made way for the foreigners, and
a circle was immediately formed, the nationalities
ranging themselves behind their proper
ministers. The Austrian ambassador stood on
the right of the First Consul; next to him
Mr. Jackson; then Count Lucchesini, the
Prussian minister; and next to him the
Hereditary Prince of Orange, who was to
be presented that day, and who was not
to meet Napoleon again until Waterloo. In
compliment to the Dutch prince, Napoleon,
contrary to his practice, began the audience on
his side the circle. He spoke some time to the
son of the deposed Stadtholder, and seemed
anxious to make his awkward and extraordinary
situation as little painful to him as possible.
According to Mr. Nobody, the Napoleonic
blandishments were lost on his Batavian
highness, who was sulky and silent. In passing
each foreign minister, the First Consul received
the individuals of each respective nation with
the greatest ease and dignity. Where had he
learnt all this ease and dignity, this young
soldier of thirty-two ? From the goatherds of
Corsica? From the snuffy old priests who
were his tutors at Brienne ? From the
bombardiers at Toulon ? In the camps of Italy ?
From the Sphinx in Egypt ? From Talma the
actor, who, when the conqueror was poor, had
often given him the dinner he lacked ? When
it came to Mr. Jackson's turn, sixteen English
were presented. After he had spoken to five
or six of their number, Napoleon remarked,
" with a smile which is peculiarly his own, and
which changes a countenance usually stern into
one of great mildness : ' I am delighted to see
here so many English. I hope our union may
be of long continuance. We are the two most
powerful and most civilised nations in Europe.
We should unite to cultivate the arts, and
sciences, and letters ; in short, to improve the
happiness of human nature.' " In about two
years after this interview, Englishmen and
Frenchmen were cultivating the arts and
sciences, and doing their best to improve the
happiness of human nature, by cutting each
other's throats in very considerable numbers.
Did Napoleon really mean what he said ? Was
he really anxious to be our friend, if we would
only let him? Or was he then, and all times,
a Prodigious Humbug ?

Mrs. Dash was to have her share in the
hospitalities of the Tuileries. Returning home
from viewing the sights one afternoon at half-
past four o'clock, Mr. N. found a messenger
who was the bearer of an invitation to Mrs.
Dash, asking her to dinner that very day at
five. The lady dressed in haste, and drove to
the palace. She returned, enraptured. The
entertainment was elegant; the sight superb.
More than two hundred persons sat down to
dinner in a splendid apartment. The company
consisted, besides Napoleon's family, of the
ministers, the ambassadors, several generals,
senators, and other constituted authorities.
There were only fifteen ladies present. All
the English ladies who had been presented to
Madame Bonaparte were asked; but only two
of their number remained in Paris. The dinner
was served entirely on gold and silver plate,
and Sèvres china: the latter bearing the letter
B on every dish; the central plateau was
covered with moss, out of which arose
innumerable natural flowers, the odour of which
perfumed the whole room. The First Consul
and Madame Bonaparte conversed very affably
with those around them. The servants were
numerous, splendidly dressed, and highly
attentive, and the dinner lasted more than two
hours. Seven years ago, the lord of this
sumptuous feast had been glad to pick up the
crumbs from an actor's table, and vegetated in
a garret in Paris, had haunted the ante-chambers
of the War Minister in vain, had revolved
plans of offering his sword to the Grand Turk
if he could only procure a new pair of boots
wherein to make his voyage to Constantinople.
O the ups and downs of fortune! The First
Consul was fated to invite few more Englishmen
to dinner. But he was doomed to dine