ment that his removal to the Northum- my thanks for the manner in which berland, which was to take him to St. you have treated me while on board Helena, should take place at sea. Ever the Bellerophon, and also to request since the final decision of the govern- you will convey them to the officers and ment was made known, Count Ber- ship's company you command." Turntrand had been requested to ascertain ing to the officers he said, "Gentlethe wishes of his master as to the men, I have requested your captain to members of his suite who were to ac- express my gratitude to you for your company him. On this occasion Ber-attention to me, and to those who have trand was again pressed on the subject, followed my fortunes." He then went but the only answer he returned was, forward to the gangway, and, before "L'Empereur n'irai pas à St.-Hélène." stepping over the side, bowed two or About this time an attempt was made three times to the ship's company who to serve a subpœna on Napoleon. A were collected in the waist, and on the case was got up in which it was pre- forecastle; the ladies and officers of tended that the presence of Napoleon the suite, and lastly, Lord Keith, folas a witness was essential to the de-lowed. fence, and both Lord Keith and Cap- When the boat was some thirty tain Maitland were obliged to use great vigilance, and were put to considerable inconvenience in the effort to avoid the person endeavoring to serve the writ.

It was not until the 7th of August, the very day named for the transfer of Napoleon and his suite to the Northumberland, that Count Bertrand completed the list of those who were to go. They were Count Bertrand, his wife and three children, General Montholon, wife and one child, Count Las Cases and his son, and General Gourgaud, with, in all, twelve domestics. Napoleon also asked that Mr. O'Meara, the surgeon of the Bellerophon, might be allowed to accompany him, and this request was granted, and his French surgeon was allowed to return to France.

yards from the ship he stood up, took off his hat and bowed, first to the officers and then to the men, sat down, and entered into conversation with Lord Keith with apparent unconcern, as if he had only been going from one ship to the other to pay a visit. Shortly before quitting the ship Napoleon sent General Montholon to the captain with a kind message saying that he had hoped to be able to ask of the prince regent, as a favor, that Captain Maitland be promoted to the rank of rear-admiral, and that he meant to have presented him with a box containing his portrait. The captain explained that such a request could not have been complied with, as such promotion was contrary to the rules of the service, and moreover that The fatal day had now arrived. All it was quite impossible under the cirhope must be abandoned, the "n'irai cumstances that he could receive any pas recalled, and Napoleon himself present. Montholon replied, "the emmust have felt that his career was ab-peror is perfectly aware of the delicacy solutely at an end. Now at this mo- of your situation and approves of your ment one would think that human conduct." Soon afterwards the Northnature must assert itself, and yet, in- umberland and her consorts made sail deed, from this most wonderful being for St. Helena, the Tonnant and Bellenot one burst of passion, not one sigh rophon returning to Plymouth. of regret, not one sign of weakness, conqueror at last of himself.

Such was the close of the most wonderful career that modern history at

He walked out of the cabin with a least has on record.

steady firm step, went to Captain Maitland, and taking off his hat said, "Captain Maitland, I take this last opportunity of once more returning you

But where is he, the modern, mightier far,
Who, born no king, made monarchs draw

his car.

Whose game was empires, and whose stakes

were thrones;

Whose table earth, whose dice were human
bones ?

Behold the grand result in yon lone isle,
And, as thy nature urges, weep or smile!

and the whole of his countenance appeared evidently under the influence of a strong feeling of grief.

The

Duke of Wellington, in the management of an army, is fully equal to myself, with the advantage of possessing more prudence.'”

One more characteristic story and we

As Maitland had never heard Napoleon speak of Waterloo or of the Duke of Wellington he asked Count BerA few words as to the personal ap-trand what Napoleon thought of the pearance of this wonderful man as duke. "I will give you his opinion in described by Captain Maitland at the his own words," he replied. time of his surrender. Napoleon Buonaparte, when he came on board the Bellerophon, wanted one month of completing his forty-sixth year. He was then a remarkably strong, well built man, about five feet seven inches must close. The captain wishing to high, his limbs particularly well-know the feeling of the ship's comformed, with a fine ankle and a very pany, asked his servant what the men small foot of which he seemed rather vain, as he always wore, while on board the ship, silk stockings and shoes. His hands were also very small, and had the plumpness of a woman's rather than the robustness of a man's. His eyes light grey, teeth good, when he smiled the expression of his countenance highly pleasing, but under disappointment of a dark gloomy cast. Hair a very dark brown, a little thin on the top but without a grey hair. His complexion was a very uncommon one being of a light sallow color, differing from almost any other I ever met with. From his having become corpulent he had lost much of his personal activity, and according to those who attended him a very considerable portion of his mental energy was also gone.

said of the illustrious captive. "Sir," he answered, "I heard several of them conversing together about him, when one of them observed Well, they may abuse that man as much as they please; but if the people of England knew him as well as we do, they would not hurt a hair of his head,' in which the others agreed." This was the more extraordinary, adds the captain, as owing to his presence they suffered many privations, not being allowed to see wives and friends, or to go on shore, having to keep watch in port, etc.

Captain Maitland, from whose narrative the foregoing article is for the most part taken, was a cadet of the Lauderdale family. Entering the navy when very young he had seen a good Once, during his stay on board the deal of active service before obtaining Bellerophon, he showed signs of emo- command of the Bellerophon. Under tion and distress. He was speaking of Sir Sydney Smith he assisted in the dehis wife and child, and said, "I feel feat of Acre, and in co-operating with the conduct of the allied sovereigns to Abercromby's army in Egypt. be more cruel and unjustifiable towards 1809 he commanded the thirty-six gun me in that respect," his separation frigate Emerald under Lord Cochrane from them, "than in any other." I at the destruction of the French fleet looked steadily in his face, says Mait- at Aix Roads. He was finally comland, as he expressed himself thus; mander-in-chief in the East Indies, the tears were standing in his eyes, and died on that station in 1839.

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From The United Service Magazine.
THE CAMPAIGN OF FLODDEN.

BY C. STEIN.

tively little is generally known, in its exact details, of the great struggle which here took place nigh four hunTHERE is no district in the realm of dred years ago. Most people owe all Britain richer in natural beauties than their knowledge to " Marmion," and the borderland between England and indeed, either directly or indirectly, Scotland; none whose every spot is almost all that can be told has been more fecund with associations roman- repeated in the glowing tale; but there tic, historic, and poetic. For many are many points which will bear repetihundred years it was a debatable land tion, some which have not been made where, even during nominal peace be- use of by the great poet. We may tween the two countries, the wild and still be permitted to glean where he has unsettled men who dwelt on the fringe reaped, and to profit by the stores of each spent their days in the unceas- which he has long ago garnered. Hall, ing round of private feud and quarrel; Hollingshed, Pitscottie, Pinkerton, old and where, in the frequently recurring county histories, Weber's edition of a wars, the waters of the main boundary long descriptive ballad poem written in stream, the silver Tweed, were mud- the sixteenth century, all tell somedied by the passage of large armed thing, and supplement each other. A forces, to which the raiders of the border attached themselves as light cavalry and scouts, exulting in the opportunity of licensed and widely extended rapine. For the most part waste and roadless, fortresses clustered thickly on either side to guard the tracks and fords; every farmhouse was a fine tower built more for defence and shelter from a foe than for any other pur- The claim of supremacy set up by pose; and the slender population of Edward I., and persevered in by all his the humbler class was in constant successors, had been the cause of unreadiness to fly to a secure fastness, or dying hostility between England and to collect in arms, according to the Scotland. It was a right which one strength of sudden attack and the pos-nation would not abandon, and to sibility of friendly support. The poetry which the other, by many instances of of the border fills volumes; its history is the tale of the relations between two kingdoms; its romance has been a rich mine for many authors, from the great Sir Walter to countless literary pigmies. All three are our heritage to-day, and, if we will, they are to be enjoyed in the environment of its exceeding loveli

ness.

study of the scene of action, local tra-
dition, and place names eke out our
knowledge where it is scantiest, and
we are able to place before our mind's
eye a tolerably coherent picture of the
short and disastrous campaign
Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear,
And broken was her shield.

stern resistance, had shown that it would never submit. The history of both for more than a hundred years had been one of inveterate war, or short and doubtful truce. In 1496, James IV. of Scotland led a force into Northumberland in support of Perkin Warbeck, the pretender to the English crown, and, in retaliation, BerwickOf all the places where a traveller shire was invaded by the English in may linger in study and meditation, of 1497. James, however, abandoned all the scenes that have been theatres Perkin Warbeck's cause, and a truce of of great events in our island story, of seven years was arranged between the all the land which now combines the rival kingdoms. The wise and polite wild beauties of nature with the fair- Henry VII., anxious to inaugurate an ness of peaceful cultivation, there is era of tranquillity, agreed to give his no spot more pregnant with memories, daughter Margaret in marriage to none more deserving of critical exam- James IV., and on the occasion of this ination, none with a greater individual alliance, which took place in 1502, a charm, than Flodden Field. Compara- treaty of perpetual peace was signed.