"UBI MEL, IBI MUSCA." No. 33-NEW SERIES.] SATURDAY, AUGUST 17. Every purchaser of this number of "THE FLY," is entitled to an exquisitely-executed Lithographic PRINT, HISTORY OF A GINGERBREAD SWORD. THE PLACE VENDÔME. (FOR THE "FLY.") The next day not being disturbed by the report of a single piece of cannon, the apparent calm seemed ts augur good to Napoleon, who never doubted the mission of M. de Mosfeldt having had a favourable result, in which, however, he greatly deceived himself. Almost all his life long he allowed himself to be a dupe to the sentiments of those kings who had so mach and often flattered him in his prosperity. He forgot that in their eyes he, emperor of fortune, son of the revolution, and representative of France, was only an usurper, against hom these same kings had for twenty years conspired. The opportunity was too good not to revenge themselves of a nation against whose power no bounds could be set, and of a man, too, who had seen them all at his feet, after having conquered them in detail, one after another! In delaying the attack for a ay, the allies had no object but that of giving me to Bernadotte to rally his troops at Begsen and at Colloredo, the united corps of hich army amounted to little short of 20,000 men. What Napoleon could never onceive, his generals-in-chief easily guessed, d after conferring together they decided on alling Berthier and Daru to a council which been expressly held for that purpose. e discussion was long, and somewhat ormy, bet on collecting opinions they found emselves agreed upon one point; namely, at the Emperor should not give battle with force so much inferior as his was, in comrison with that of the enemy. Our cannon rdly numbered 600 pieces; whereas that of allies amounted to 1200, or at least double number. Napoleon could not bring into line but 160,000 men, while the enemy was [TWOPENCE. battle lost, by opening to his enemies the route to Paris. Emboldened by the silence of the Emperor, who had listened to Berthier with a deep but mournful attention, Daru in his turn took up the subject of discourse. He demonstrated that the army supplies would become insufficient, even were the action prolonged beyond twenty-four hours; that the army was now unprovided with ambulances, and that no hospitals even of a temporary nature could be formed in rear of the army. These precautions in former times, sire, said Daru in conclusion, have always rendered the troops of your Majesty invincible, because On seeing them enter his tent, where he when the soldier knows what care is bestowed was alone, Napoleon could not but remark the upon him, and what resources await him—that agitation of Daru, but the solemn air of the a bed is provided, if wounded or sick, he goes Major-General even struck him more forcibly, into fire more careless of danger, and less and setting himself down to his table he asked doubtful of victory. Your Majesty knows, them in a cold, disdainful manner, what they moreover, that in the present state of things desired of him. Berthier was the first to there is no fault to be found any where, and break silence, and in the mildest terms pos- that the present administration has always dissible, using at the same time the greatest charged its duty. When the Intendant-Gemanagement of expression, represented to him neral of the army had finished speaking, Nathe disadvantages that would result from giv-poleon, who during the whole time had not ing the enemy battle at that particular junc- once opened his mouth, now looked alterture. He further expressed a truth that the nately at Daru and Berthier with a remarkable Emperor had even discovered before him; expression of countenance; then addressing namely, that the generals themselves were so them with an appearance of feigned tranquildiscouraged that it was not in their power to lity, but yet full of bitter irony, reanimate the spirits of their men. And, nevertheless (added the Major-General), your Majesty knows how far their devotion and attachment for your Majesty's person extends; all are ready to sacrifice their properties and their lives; but if these sacrifices can serve no good purpose-if your Majesty exposes yourself, as is every day the case, with a temerity that all Here one of those most terrible looks from Napoleon cut short the orator; nevertheless he resumed, and finished the picture by stammering out, and reminding the Emperor what must be the disastrous consequences of a His arms, "Gentlemen," said he, "while upon this subject, have you any thing else to address me? Speak, I am ready to hear you." Par ma foi, the time is well chosen !" which were crossed over his breast, preventing his fingers, which had crisped up from being seen, fretting the outside of his coat. Daru and Berthier, by a slight movement of the head, having signified that they had nothing more to say, John Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court, Fleet-street. 66 Well, then, it is my turn," cried he, in elevating himself to the full extent of his height, then fixing his eyes of fire on the Intendant-General of the army, he said to him with that collectedness which always betokened a storm, "Count Daru, you are a man of the pen, and not one of the sword: in a word, you are the Intendant of the army, and for that very cause are unable to give judgment on a like subject. I bear no ill will for the incautious zeal which has dictated the words you have just uttered; however, believe me you had better have abstained from using them." Then turning to Berthier with an impulse and quickness of movement, he said, affecting a more decided look of serenity, though become now exceedingly pale, for you, M. Major-General, I am ignorant if AS a between us our condition might not exchange places; but this I know now, that there are men, who, like fortune, change day by day,I know there are some here who prefer the sweets of idle life to the noble duties of camp;" then making two paces towards the Major-General, who he intently regarded, there are, I tell you, who would like better to hunt on their princely domains, than to work with me here in the integral preservation of territory, and the maintenance of national honour: is it not so, Prince of Neufchatel? and these very men I know-and once more I tell you so. They are men that I raised from the dust to load with honour and wealth-men who are indebted to me every thing but gratitude. These, however, are not my soldiers-my soldiers are unchanged, and will never change. Gentlemen, with God's assistance and that (the Emperor here struck smartly the flat of his left hand on the sheath of his sword), I know how to humble princes, who, because I have given them too much their way, would now plot my destruction; but foul befal traitors and ungrateful subjects! Let them look to't. Crowns have their compasse, length of dayes their date; Triumphes their tombes, felicitie her fate."" SCRAPS FROM HOOD. A kind-hearted gentleman of the name of Corkindale, having saved the life of a female who was near drowning, "the Humane Society" unfortunately sent him a silver medal; and from that hour the desire of saving increased upon him as it does with a miser. He neglected his business to take long daily rambles by the Serpentine, or wherever else there seemed a chance of gratifying his propensity-and, above all, he haunted the scene of his former exploit, under the very common expectation that what had occurred once would happen again in the same locality. And, curiously enough, the calculation was partly to be realized. The sublime gesture which Napoleon had At the same hour, on the same day of the assumed in delivering himself of those words, week of the same month, as before, I was had come upon the messengers, Daru and walking with him on the road to the Wells, Berthier, like a thunder-clap, though to a when lo and behold! at the identical spot we certainty they could not be understood as ap- perceived a boy in the last stage of distress, plying to them, personally-" Au surplus, you wringing his hands, weeping aloud, and gazing know long since," replied he, almost im- intently for something which seemed to have mediately, addressing himself to Berthier, disappeared in the river. We of course in❝your opinion has never entered for any thing quired what was the matter; but the poor into my determinations; you might, therefore, fellow was too overcome to speak intelligibly; have spared yourself the trouble of expressing though he was able to intimate by signs that yourself as you have done just now and as the cause of his agony was in the water. In to those who have sent you to me!" cried he, such cases every moment is precious; and raising his voice," tell them their line of duty merely throwing off his new hat, Corkindale is clear, they have but to obey." Then calming was instantly diving in the stream, where he himself by little and little, he sat down, and kept under, indeed, so long, that I really after having dried his forehead, with his hand-began to fear he had been grappled by some kerchief, he added coldly-"Gentlemen, you perishing wretch at the bottom. At last, have my answer," and with a sign of his hand, he dismissed them.-(To be continued.) however, he emerged; but it was only to ask eagerly for a more explicit direction. By this time the poor boy was more composed, so as to be able to direct the search rather more to the left-which was with the current. According down went the persevering Corkindale, the second time, in the direction pointed out; but with no better success; and when he came up again between agitation and exertion he was almost exhausted. At last he was just able to articulate, "Gracious Heaven!-Nothingnot a shred." The anxiety of the poor boy, in the mean time, seemed extreme. "Laws bless you, sir, for ever and ever," said he, "for going in, sir-but do just try again-pray, pray do, sir!" Corkindale did not require urging. "Quick, quick," says he, making himself up for another attempt" tell me-man or woman ?" "Oh! how good on you, sir," cries the boy, poor fellow, quite delighted at the fresh hope "Oh how very good on you, sir. But it's nobody, sir, but a nook!-a nook for fishing! And O Lord! O Cri--if you don't find it for I've got never a fardin for to buy another!" THE MAN OF DISSIPATION. Passing through the delightful village of -, Mr. Stanmore, whose gay equipage and splen did retinue attracted the notice and wonder of its inhabitants, beheld at the window of the elegant and retired cottage of her father the lovely Arabella Newton. He had not proceeded far from that mansion of innocence and tranquillity, before his carriage, passing too near a small declivity, was overturned. Mr. Newton was by birth and manners a gen tleman; his unmerited misfortunes had reduced him to exchange an abode of splendour, where parade and etiquette destroyed every comfort, for one which necesssity had indeed provided, but which peace had crowned with the richest blessings. Here no child of distress applied in vain; the garden gate of the Grove-house was often opened by objects trembling with sickness and biting penury, but never was it known to have been shut against them, until medicine, food, advice, and counsel had relieved, if not restored. Mr. Stanmore remained unhurt, and the injury his carriage received was easily to be rectified by a wheelwright, who resided about three miles distant. But night was coming on, and at Mr. Newton's earnest requesti was passed in the abode of cheerfulness and hospitality. Stanmore was in the full possession of every art to win upon the attention of the softer sex Arabella had long been marked for his victim and his servants, in giving the appearance o accident to the concerted plan of their em ployer, had done no more than obey orders. Music had ever been the delight and solace of Mr. Newton, who had spared no expense in rendering his daughter a proficient in hi favourite science: indeed his fondness fu Arabella had induced him to provide the firs masters in every showy accomplishment, and by great good luck who should call in upo his return home but Mr. Symphony, the com poser. The unsuspecting father congratu lated himself upon so pleasing a circumstance his guest was remarkably attached to what be termed the science of the soul. A neighbou was summoned to the party, and it was no till a late hour that it broke up. The neigh bour, a friend of Symphony's, returned home and Mr. Newton retired to rest, leaving his devoted child to study a new air, in which he master had been remarkably happy, and which Stanmore was so deeply enraptured with, that he promised Mr. Newton to prolong his stay for a day or two, if he would permit the young lady to perfect herself in it before she retired to her chamber. The deluded parent was too easily prevailed upon, having no suspicion that the convenient, the bribed Symphony was soon to discover that the day's fatigue de manded repose. Symphony performed his part, agreeable to directions, and, by the mutual consent of Arabella and her admirer, they were at length left alone, to repeat words and breathe sounds adapted to the purposes of the pitiless seducer, who proved but too successful; and Miss Newton, in the loss of innocence, and the desertion of the perfidious Stanmore, who left her never to repeat his vows, fell a sacrifice to shame, sorrow, and remorse, but not before she had received her parent's forgiveness, who did not long survive the loss of his dishonoured child. arrived, Sir Edward expressed a wish to have some conversation alone with Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, who had observed with much anxiety a reservedness in his manner towards themselves, and a most chilling indifference. not to say more towards the amiable young creature who was deeply affected at the altered countenance and conduct of the man who was so soon to become her lord and husband, When they were alone, Sir Edward thus addressed the old gentleman and lady, who sat in trembling expectation: death-not fondness for life-induced the Mr. Matthews remained silent for a timehis lady was dissolved in tears. At length the former, with great dignity, rose from his seat and advanced to Sir Edward, saying, "It is well, sir! I cannot, will not suspect my child-explain this painful mystery, and, while I listen to your words, remember-Í can resent an insult, if you presume to offer It has been observed by strict moralists,- Miss Marshall had for some months re- Our libertine, pondering on the mournful effects which a short year had produced, beame uneasy under the impressions of retropect. To the protection of her father Arabella ad consigned a lovely female infant. Deternined on acting the part of a parent, Stannore repaired to the dwelling of its nurse: Ars. Northcote could only inform him, that, y the side of its mother, the child slept in eace. Restless, oppressed by remorse, and xecrating himself, the unhappy Stanmore ft his country, and endeavoured, by travel nd change of place, to beguile reflection. ime, at length, seared over the wound it fused to cure; and those passions which he ever endeavoured to check he still continued gratify. In the winter his town residence was open a constant round of visitants, and during e summer months the sports of the country pt away from his mansion the extreme bitrness of reflection; which, nevertheless, metimes waked him to its poignant stings the season of silence and darkness, and en he put to himself the important question, When all my expedients to stifle thought e rendered abortive, how shall I weather an ernal night ?" Many years passed on without any circumnces arising material to this relation. Mr. anmore had flown to dissipation to steal him m himself, and in consequence he became aciated, and afflicted with complaints such aduct is sure to produce. At this period, ming to the possession of a large estate, he anged his family name, and took that of atthews. But, alas! wealth soothed not ntal anguish, which now threatened a edy dissolution, and his terrified imaginan armed it with all its terrors. Fear of "It is I," rejoined Sir Edward, "who have been insulted, and most cruelly deceived," "By whom, sir ?" 66 By your daughter." "My daughter is a stranger to artifice, and I am happy your daring imputation has saved her from destruction." Mrs. Matthews requested the gentlemen to be calm, saying, On the evening preceding that day a violent storm of thunder and lightning prevented Sir Edward from returning home; for be it known he was one among the very few who feel for others-one who could not sit with an "Answer me, Sir Edward, and let it be easy mind, "sheltered from the war of ele- without reserve. Are you not at this moment ments," and view his domestics exposed to under the influence of jealousy? Do not you their fury, and shrinking beneath the "pelt-suspect the honour of our child? Mr. Mating of the pitiless storm." thews reddened, and rose to quit the room, "Do not-oh! do not, sir, retire. I have, it is true, a task to perform, a secret to unfold, which I could have wished to have kept for ever to myself-hear me then while I break a vow made to the departed; and, strange as it may yet seem, my duty demands it from me. Saw you not this morning, resting on the pure bosom you have so lately pained by your cutting reserve, a miniature picture of a young gentleman. Alas! sir, most probably the original is now mouldering in his grave; or, if living, living but to remorse and anguish for his perfidy towards the mother of that child, who now wears the semblance of her erring As the ceremony was to be performed in the morning, it was proposed to assemble at an early hour in the breakfast parlour. When the clock struck eight Sir Edward arose, but before he had finished dressing he was alarmed by a noise upon the stairs, succeeded by an exclamation from Mrs. Matthews, "Oh! he's killed! he's killed!" Sir Edward rushed from his room to learn the cause of her terrors, when passing the door of Emily's apartment, a piercing and convulsive shriek from that young lady increased his distress; he did not hesitate a moment, but flew to her bed-side, and beheld her pale and motionless. In a few minutes Mrs. Matthews entered the room-father! her daughter began to revive: Sir Edward "Mr. Newton was the friend of all. Benesaid coolly, "You'll take care of Miss Mar-volence lessened his fortune, and untoward cirshall," and then retired abruptly. cumstances impaired it. A lovely daughter It remains to explain the cause of the late remained his only consolation. The man she alarm. Mr. Matthews, who was an early loved betrayed her, and when she fell a sacririser, had quitted his chamber in order to fice to imprudence and a broken heart, she left take a turn in the garden before breakfast, behind her the offspring of unhallowed affecand as he reached the lower landing-place his tion! The father soon followed his deluded foot slipped, and he fell to the bottom. For- child, and at the side of his death-bed thus tunately he received no hurt, and Emily and expressed his last wishes:- My daughter has Mrs. Matthews soon joined him in the break-paid the forfeit of her error, in her deep sorrow fast parlour. Sir Edward sent an excuse by and untimely death; you, Mrs. Marshall, his gentleman; the family sat down without mourn the loss of an only child; can I bear him, but Emily presently burst into tears, and to think that the fruit of misplaced love may retired to her chamber. When the clergyman yet be claimed by its unfeeling father, and |