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Text for Page 052 [04-16-1855]

on the consideration that they should play the Marseillaise, which they
did.     Not till past 5 did the corteg� pass.       Mounted policeman
galloped to and fro for some time, and presently an equerry, who
returning to the Bricklayers Arms Station, probably reported that
all was right.     From our front little garden, I had a very good
view of the party.     L. N. sat in a spacious open carriage, which
rolled on at an easy trot, his wife on his right side, and Prince
Albert facing him.     He was dressed in regimentals, with a gold-laced
cocked hat, ^|he| bent forwards, stooping rather, and looked unwholesome.
Eugenie�s head was turned towards the other side of the road, so
the rear of a pretty straw bonnet was all I saw of her.  Prince
Albert sat upright, looking good humored and florid.     The crowd
did some shouting, not over much, and women waved handkerchiefs
from windows, and so passed the commencement of this ovation
to successful and unscrupulous despotism.             I don�t like Crime
the more when flushed with all the glory of triumph.    Do Englishmen
think they can dodge and palter with Eternal Justice and Right and
Wrong, that they are willing to shelve all this man�s antecedents,
to believe in him, because Expediency has made him their ally in
this War.     If he have, as appears, acted in all good faith to
them, let him have justice done to his conduct, in God�s name,
but no slavering gratis.   History won�t identify him with France.
Napoleonism will wear out, it matters not much whether in three
years or in thirty.               For he, himself, how must he muse on
all this, knowing what his life has been.     To him Right and
Wrong, Good and Evil, and Justice, must seem figures of speech,
his whole career is a contradiction to the idea of wrong-doing ending               
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