rre was hurled from his saddle.
BOOK FIRST.-WATERLOO
CHAPTER XVIII
A RECRUDESCENCE OF DIVINE RIGHT
End of the dictatorship.
A whole European system crumbled away.
The Empire sank into a gloom which resembled that of the Roman world as it expired.
Again we behold the abyss, as in the days of the barbarians; only the barbarism of 1815, which must be called by its pet name of the counter-revolution, was not long breathed, soon fell to panting, and halted short.
The Empire was bewept,-- let us acknowledge the fact,--and bewept by heroic eyes. If glory lies in the sword converted into a sceptre, the Empire had been glory in person.
It had diffused over the earth all the light which tyranny can give a sombre light.
We will say more; an obscure light.
Compared to the true daylight, it is night. This disappearance of night produces the effect of an eclipse.
Louis XVIII.
re-entered Paris.
The circling dances of the 8th of July effaced the enthusiasms of the 20th of March.
The Corsican became the antithesis of the Bearnese.
The flag on the dome of the Tuileries was white.
The exile reigned.
Hartwell''s pine table took its place in front of the fleur-de-lys-strewn throne of Louis XIV. Bouvines and Fontenoy were mentioned as though they had taken place on the preceding day, Austerlitz having become antiquated. The altar and the throne fraternized majestically.