threw his whip on the ground; and, at the
same instant, M. Bruix removed his hand
from his sword, and stood uncovered to hear
the Emperor's further orders.

"'Vice- Admiral Magon,' said Bonaparte,
'you will instantly see that my orders are
obeyed, and that the movement I commanded
take place. As for you, sir,' he added, turning
to M. Bruix, ' you will quit Boulogne in
twenty-four hours and retire to Holland.'

"The Emperor then withdrew to witness the
movement which Vice-Admiral Magon was
ordering. But scarcely had the first manoeuvre
begun to satisfy the Emperor's wish,
when the sky became obscured with heavy
clouds—thunder burst forth, and wind, with
a mighty rush, broke all the lines at once. In
fact, what the Admiral predicted had happened.
The vessels were dispersed, and the
most imminent danger threatened the whole
fleet. The Emperor, his head bent down, his
arms crossed, his aspect haggard, traversed
the port with rapid strides; when, suddenly,
the most heart-rending cries were heard.
More than twenty war-sloops were stranded
on the shore; the unfortunate crews struggled
in vain against the fury of the waves,
shrieking for help; but, so terrific was the
danger that none dared to attempt to save them.

"I saw all this with my heart burning with
rage and indignation, and I inwardly cursed
the obstinacy of the man who had caused so
sad a disaster. Presently I beheld him break
from the arms of several persons who were
striving to detain him; and, leaping into a
safety-boat, exclaiming loudly,

"'Let me go—let me go—some effort must
be made to save them!'

"Already the boat was filling: the waves
dashed all over him, and his hat was knocked
off into the water. The courage he showed
animated the rest; and, in a moment, officers,
men, lookers-on, and sailors, dashed into
the surf; some swimming, some in boats,
in the hope of affording succour to the
unfortunate victims. But alas! in spite of
every exertion, very few were saved; and
the tide of the next morning cast upon the
shore more than two hundred corpses—
and the hat of the hero of Marengo!"
This account is confirmed by Constant in
his memoirs of the time, and may be relied on.

It was not etiquette from that time to
mention the tempest at Boulogne; and the
jocose story of M. Crest, the Minister of
Marine, having got a ducking, was the sole
topic of the Court when the Emperor's letter
was alluded to.

When the great man himself arrived at
Aix-la-Chapelle, he visited the relics in which
the cathedral was then rich; amongst them
was an arm of Saint Charlemagne, which
was always held in great reverence. As
Bonaparte was examining it, he called
Doctor Corvisart to him, and begged him to
explain to what part of the arm of the conqueror
belonged an enormous bone which had
been for ages carefully kept under a glasscase.
Corvisart at this question smiled, and
remained silent. The Emperor renewed his
question; when the doctor answered in a low
voice, that the bone was a tibia which might
have belonged to the leg of Charlemagne; but
could by no possibility have had anything to
do with his arm.

"Very well," said the Emperor, " keep the
secret; it is better not to offend ancient and
respectable prejudices."

But the anatomical comment of the learned
doctor had been overheard, and the story was
repeated from mouth to mouth with no little
merriment.

Nothing could exceed the servility of the
bishop and the clergy on this occasion. They
descended to a variety of tricks to please the
Empress; offering her a sacred box to which,
they said, a tradition attached that it could
never be opened but by a person who brought
good fortune everywhere. Of course it
opened in her hands, and flattered her not a
little. The shrines were all laid bare for the
Emperor. The inscriptions were read on the
doors of the palace; which he chose to interpret
as a sign that he was destined to renew
the Empire of the East, and be as great a
conqueror as Charlemagne himself.

CHIPS.

ANOTHER LUNG FOR LONDON.

As executors of a projector who has departed
this country and gone to a better land
at the Antipodes, we proceed to administer
and pay over to the public his bequest.
Should the nation, upon getting the scheme
which we are about now to present to it,
desire to send a fast steamer after the vessel
which is carrying a great projector from its
shores, and fetch that great projector home
to carry out his own designs, we are prepared
to give whatever information may be
necessary. At present we can only say that
we have received by post from a large-minded
gentleman, whom it is one of the regrets of
our life never to have seen, something for
presentation to the British public. "In
autumn last," says the projector, " Lord
John Russell acknowledged, as did Lord
Granville, a suggestion of mine for an
' Albert Park; ' and Mr. Peto was good
enough to thank me for details I gave him."
The details being now communicated to us
for the use of the public, we, having a
belief that the public will be good enough to
thank us, give the details in our own way
as accurately as we can, and as well as we
are able to understand them.

To make an Albert Park, exceeding good,
take

Of freehold land, in a romantic suburb, two
thousand acres; enclose with a " strongly
fortifying boundary wall" one half of this,
which is to be your park. Slice an entrance