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NAPOLEON I 
 
 IN 
 
 The Island of Elba. 
 
 A POEM 
 
 THAT COMPREHENDS NAPOLEON I IN THE ISLAND OF 
 
 ELBA ; His ENTRANCE TO PARIS ; THE FLIGHT 
 
 OF Louis XVIII ; THE RELATION OF THE 
 
 BATTLE OF WATERLOO AND THE 
 
 ABDICATION OF NAPOLEON 
 
 BEFORE THE CONGRESS 
 
 FROM FRANCE. 
 
 BY 
 
 DR. SERAPIO OROZCO. 
 
 Bay View Hotel, 529 Second St., San Francisco, Cal. 
 AUGUST 28, 1901. 
 

 
Hoi 
 
 M A / 
 
 great interest that inspires to humanity the actual 
 _ fight between the Saxon and Latin races for subdu 
 ing the world has inspired to me this poem. Known 
 is the fight of the past century, between France, with 
 Napoleon I on one side and England and its allies on the 
 other. Napoleon, to the favor of his military genius, 
 pretended to subdue the world. He was accustomed to 
 say that the world would be Latium, or Cossack, that 
 were the greatest powers of that epoch over the face of 
 the earth. When Napoleon saw that he could not gain the 
 victory, he had an interview in Tilsit with Emperor Alex 
 ander, of Russia, for agreeing in division of the world 
 but fortunately Alexander did not accept the proposition. 
 I said so, because if Alexander would have agreed the 
 Saxon race would have fallen completely, and it is so 
 important to the civilization of the world. Alexander 
 and Napoleon would have established in the world an 
 absolute dynasty, with its slavery and court of crimes. 
 Thus is revealed the character of Washington and Na 
 poleon. Washington was a great man, who desired the 
 felicity of the people. Napoleon proclaimed himself em 
 peror, imitated Caesar, and clothed himself with that au 
 thority. I hope that America will not forget the doc 
 trines of Washington. 
 
 The only peril that I see is the situation of the Chinese 
 Empire. If Russia takes any great part it is possible 
 with time a Tartar invasion. 
 
 I hope my poem will be well received j not for its sub 
 limity of thought, but the opportunity and truth. 
 
 SERAPIO OROZCO. 
 
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NAPOLEON IN THE ISLAND OF ELBA 
 
 [Translated from the Spanish by the ^Author.] 
 
 Oh! Which is the inexorable decree of the doom? 
 Which are the changas of the lot? 
 Yesterday sowed of flowers my road, 
 To-day sentenced to inhuman death. 
 
 When I was proclaimed Emperor 
 
 And I have not suffered, nor changed, nor misfortune; 
 
 Vain adulation, incense in my environs, 
 
 Every city humbled itself to my feet. 
 
 The sun it seemed to be shiny, 
 The seasons without cold and without clouds; 
 Any one by presage, crossed for my meaning, 
 The king of worlds it believed me crowned. 
 
 Durable seemed to me the glory, 
 All men I see very little; 
 Courtesan the lauds of the history, 
 Living reality, the problem of my sleep. 
 
 Caesar I judged was despot and coward, 
 Relapsed and dwarfish to Charles Magno 
 Foolish to the Greek Menelas, 
 Stupid to the generous Trojans. 
 
 Horizon it had not my ambition, 
 Inexorable was the edge of my sword, 
 That it cut with fury, without compassion, 
 Without victory it never displayed. 
 
 But come Soult and loss the Spain 
 
 Ney evacuated Torresvedras, 
 
 Arrived the implacable rage of the hurricane 
 
 My dreams changed myself in chimeras. 
 
 I was obliged to make war with Russia, 
 The formidable enemy and very terrible; 
 And I shall see with indifference the Prussian, 
 Believing that the triumph was infallible. 
 
 I marched in the cold season, 
 Without attending in the force of the ice, 
 And was such the harshness of the heaven 
 That all seemed to me divine chastisement. 
 
[*] 
 
 The Russians s advised by Moreau, 
 By Dumories and other criminals, 
 They kindied to Moscow 
 His chapetels, and refuges hymenals. 
 
 And afterward that Cutusoffwas driven, 
 And my army was victorious, 
 The fire it spread on a!l sides, 
 Producing the dread awful. 
 
 And in spiie of my honor and of my glory, 
 I ordered a retrogade movement, 
 Between conflicts that there is no memory, 
 Nor I suffered them in other circumstance. 
 
 Ney, that he behaved himself, how valiant ! 
 I ordered him the necessary retreat, 
 Uniting to his orders all gents, 
 With constance, care and courage. 
 
 And to the favor of rapid sledges, 
 I save myself of turning out a prisoner, 
 And remaining in the Caucasus as Prometeo, 
 1 saving the distance the sooner. 
 
 And were as supreme the struckens, 
 As extraordinary the stormy of the heavens, 
 That were buried many thousands Frenchmen 
 In the cold tympans ot the coolness. 
 
 I lost the best of my soldiers, 
 Captains and Generals of the best, 
 The prestige also of the great warrior, 
 The enthusiasm and affection of my allies. 
 
 Italy denied to me the support 
 Its army changed itself in the battle; 
 Every whers I met spring-hidden rock; 
 The laugh loud and long of the rabble. 
 
 It make me treason Angereau and Talleyrand, 
 Bernardote and the perverse of Macdonald, 
 Helping so the hosts from Alexander, 
 And changing my device by the royal. 
 
 I suffered the most cruel undeceiving, 
 The most sad and bitter deception ; 
 The time it teaches with the years, 
 Which inconstant are the illusions. 
 
 That they have not bases in the justice, 
 In the sight, the virtue and fidelity, 
 Nothing worth the skill and strategy, 
 Against the sublime sentiment of liberty. 
 
[3] 
 
 I arrived in Paris full of affliction, 
 
 To procuring, if it was possible, myself to defend, 
 
 Lamenting, as gloomy obstructions, 
 
 Without guns, munitions nearly disarmed. 
 
 And Louis. Bourbon s descendant, 
 Protected him for extrengers bayonets, 
 Turned to France one thousand fracments, 
 Violating his ground and his flags, 
 
 And subdued, and not being possible to resist, 
 Abandoned to a miserable impotence, 
 They despoused that I was to exist, 
 In this island reduced my existence. 
 
 From which they made myself sovereign, 
 
 As bloody sneer of the doom, 
 
 As aspiration of delirium human, 
 
 For spreading innocent blood in my road. 
 
 I, pretending from the Europe her dominion, 
 With the iron, the fire and conquest, 
 Without respecting the right that is divine, 
 Looking of the glory the only piste. 
 
 And nevertheless of my life, so retired, 
 Louis and Talleyrand lived with fear, 
 Believing that one ambuscade I contrive, 
 Is my name and my glory his dread. 
 
 And they pretend that the Europe exile me, 
 
 To the regions shady and unknown, 
 
 That it forgot my glories and struck down 
 
 My name, and my exploits themselves may be buried. 
 
 But I cannot to my lot resign myself, 
 
 Neither run over this sad road; 
 
 Nor that my enemies may do irision 
 
 No their amusing of the sad end of my doom. 
 
 I account always with the noble France 
 
 That never humbled her the misfortune 
 
 He shall give to me her resources with constancy, 
 
 Forgeting her stirukens one by one. 
 
 I account in this island \vith good servants 
 With brave generals and champions 
 That helping myself in all my designs, 
 Hoisting as always my standards. 
 
 In the Brie that I have in the bay, 
 
 I shall carry munition and cannons 
 
 And working the day and the night with care, 
 
 I will surprise careless garrisons. 
 
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 And assisted with the prestige and enthusiasm 
 With I account in the city and the borders, 
 I shall take down the garrisons with spasm 
 Changing very soon the standards. 
 With the same that I subdued the Prussian 
 That I shivered at Gena and Tilsit, 
 With that I conquered in Moscow the Russian 
 And Austrian in Marengo y Austerlits. 
 We will sail out in the brie the Ynconstant, 
 With guns, baggage and ammunitions 
 And without loss of the time nor an instant 
 We shall embark our cannons. 
 We shall freight the boat " Ster" 
 And other boats mercantiles selecting, 
 Profiting ourselves the next tide 
 With secret without being perceived. 
 
 Embark of Napoleon, taking his twins. 
 There in the clear horizon 
 Where shining splendid sun, 
 We see between clouds and resplendent rouge 
 How any fleet that her cannons mount. 
 There the point of the earth that I born 
 Where my infancy the first light I saw, 
 From Corce, with precious history I gave, 
 Of that blue ocean that inspire to mind. 
 This is " Velpomene" or terrible flower of Luse, 
 That is the ould distentive of the Bourbons. 
 That bruiled it elevated the infamous Louis, 
 With cabalas, intrigues and treasons. 
 And if my departure would be known, 
 And the fleet showing obstruct our travel, 
 With courage, heroism and energy bold, 
 We run up with a ray on board. 
 The courage is the only hope, 
 In the conflicts and great afflictions, 
 It is Hercules, that inspire the trust 
 In the victory with its beautiful ovations. 
 Lastly, I don t see other signs, 
 That they reveal in the boat great wickedness. 
 Her standards commercial, it seem to me, 
 We wond profit ourselves her stupid silliness. 
 And we going with the wind favorable, 
 And we will hoist the bowsprit and all sail 
 That the readiness in the march may be probable, 
 The victory in all enterprise it reveal. 
 
[5] 
 
 III. 
 
 The General Bertrand refering the march over Paris. 
 The third of March in the afternoon, 
 The little fleet anchored in the gulf Juan 
 Napoleon lands without much boastful 
 With his serene face as giant. 
 And in bulky and shady wood, 
 Were its jumble the cedars and olive tree, 
 He harangued with great lustre to his trocp; 
 How in the time of the triumphs positive. 
 And there it arise the niort robust (olive ) ; 
 That serve of sign to the history 
 Which it shall be from Napoleon s only bust 
 That the time conserve in the memory. 
 And the Antibes satisfied, he passed to Cannes, 
 Between the more great enthusiasm 
 Of the neighbors, citizens and countrymen, 
 They deliberating of loving and spasm. 
 And in the vales, country and cities, 
 Was such the delirium of the gents 
 And so great the febriles anxiety 
 That sooner caused to the sense. 
 And the army that sending the Bourbons, 
 They would make any opposition 
 In the mass it overflowed the batallions, 
 Proclaiming with pleasure to Napoleon. 
 And the seven battalions named of Grenoble 
 To the orders of the Colonel Labeyodere, 
 He not resisted the sentiment noble 
 That would inspire the prisoner of the Island of Elba. 
 And his Chief paid with his precious life 
 The surprise of that ardent delirium, 
 After the war w.s conquered, 
 By recompense they would have the martyrdom. 
 By last he met to the Marshal Ney, 
 The brave General, between the brave, 
 That caused him the enthusiasm that do one sovereign, 
 That he would carry the victory to his soldiers. 
 He embraced him with enthusiasm and effusion, 
 With pathetic emotion they saluted themselves, 
 Remembering the time that they passed 
 Between the smoke of the fusil and the cannon. 
 He offered him the powerful nerve of his arm, 
 His hearth and the shine of his sword, 
 Faith, and not believing in one downfall, 
 Contending with heroism in the road. 
 
[6] 
 
 But, there is that advertising that, this great fame 
 
 That in mass show carry the people in multitude; 
 
 I was caused to the proclamations 
 
 That the emperor gave in road. 
 
 He spoken to the Frenchmen of liberty and duty,^ 
 
 To put on them, with courage and delirium, 
 
 And would they forget by complete the misfortune, 
 
 That caused them frequently the comics. 
 
 To the delicate fibre is th^ mystery ) 
 
 The spring that strikes the ambitions, 
 
 To turning him in shady cemetery 
 
 And in desert his garthen delicious. 
 
 Are the grand and brilliant looking glasses 
 
 That blinded to Rome to the Latiums, 
 
 Barbary conquest rude fanaticism, 
 
 Inheritance of miserable madness? 
 
 The world shall fall down thousand pieces, 
 
 Its center it shall lose with storms, 
 
 Sickness the Frenchman with teorys, 
 
 And never will enjoy of liberty. 
 
 We take all as gnaw, 
 
 The -luty, the country and justice, 
 
 The truth is greatness in the Saxon, 
 
 That she canonize with respect and without malice. 
 
 And last we go in Paris without battle, 
 
 To the Emperor is have him to the heavens, 
 
 Nobles, employers, bib and rabies, 
 
 They protected him with enthusiasm and without dread, 
 
 And Louis escaped with his court, 
 Fretful, melancholy, without soldiers, 
 Dispensed to touch the same support, 
 The favor otherwise of his allies. 
 
 For restoring in the power that denied him, 
 The force and the opinions efficiency, 
 Honors and richness he cries, 
 Destroying the hearth of his country. 
 
 Flight of Louis XVIII and Talleyrand His Last 
 Interview. 
 
 TALLEYRAND. 
 
 I, versed in diplomatic science, 
 In the cabala, the craftness and intrigue, 
 I prognosticated that this great fanatic 
 Never would forget his ideas. 
 
[7] 
 
 Of subduing to the Europe and the world 
 With the power of the cannon and his sword, 
 Spreading his command couraged, 
 Abolishing the duty and the rate. 
 
 He protested, by the people of the France. 
 With spirit warrior and martial, 
 That he expand to the intrigue at all instance, 
 Already to well or to evil. 
 
 Already to Robespierre that is the same, 
 To Mirabeau and Felipe of Equality, 
 He supports in his crown optimism, 
 Persecuting the right and liberty. 
 
 And firing in the sanctuary of his temple 
 His history, with clamor and with brilliancy, 
 Of fire spreading bad example 
 That it conduce to the road of the anguish. 
 
 His genius inherited of the Romans 
 That created the absolute dynasty, 
 That never they were sovereigns, 
 They lived in war and in fights. 
 
 The Potences not heard my advises, 
 They believing this were vaij illusions, 
 I accustomed to see from fare 
 I look with splendor the commotions. 
 
 And if in time they would have separated 
 From the shores from France to Napoleon, 
 We would have the power yet conserved 
 Without being in this gloomy affliction. 
 
 V. 
 Louis XVIII. 
 
 Yes, Talleyrand, thou saidst very well, 
 You was Minister from Napoleon; 
 I suspected as well 
 That he would do ourselves treason. 
 
 But by God and for Minerva 
 I signed with my own hand, 
 I would give to him the Island of Elba 
 
 With dutys soverbigns. 
 
 . 
 
 And I, descendant of Saint Louis, 
 
 I owed to maintain my promise, 
 
 Already that we carry ourselves flowers of Luse, 
 
 How standards of highness, 
 
And though Napoleon overcome to me, 
 
 And he turned to the empire otherwise, 
 
 1 shall maintain my promise 
 
 It may be anywhere the bak sid. 
 
 Though the fortune we would furnish ourselves 
 
 In this eternal fight, 
 
 And implacable it would deny ourselves 
 
 Submitting ourselves to the same misfortune. 
 
 The France he has converted 
 
 To one great military power, 
 
 In which Napoleon has submerged her 
 
 For his own comforts. 
 
 There is that finishing with that evil, 
 That has caused Napoleon 
 Killing the military 
 That he treason the nation. 
 
 We shall departure to England, 
 To Austria, Italy and Prussia, 
 We will bring of new the war 
 With the support of the Russians. 
 
 For Napoleon is impossible 
 Continuing this torrent, 
 Even he believed himself invincible, 
 He not account with much gent. 
 
 The beautiful star is eclipsed, 
 Anywhere no believe in his fame, 
 The genius military is finished, 
 Already his enthusiasm not inflame. 
 
 Already it trouble his fanfaronade 
 It results so dear his glory 
 Already no shine his sword 
 The France desire other history. 
 
 They want also his repouse 
 That do so much time, her bereft 
 That tartarean ambitious 
 Audacious and inconsiderate. 
 
 Very soon we come back triumffants 
 With enough importance 
 Them, shall see the actress 
 How it gobern the France. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Departure of Napoleon from Paris with his army. 
 lation of the Battle from Waterloo by the General 
 Montholon. 
 
[9] 
 
 To Waterloo I myself supposed 
 With any immense mountain 
 That it has direct its road 
 By the side of oceans. 
 
 There Napoleon founded his tomb 
 In this pride slope 
 And astonishing assisted the world 
 The battle more strong and bloody. 
 
 That would have assisted the times 
 With its hairs sovereigns 
 And its infinites prodigious 
 In its evolutions profanes 
 
 There demonstrates England 
 That was king of the seas 
 Also sovereign of the earth 
 To spite of spites 
 
 Her genius incased in Arturo 
 Afterward duke from Wellington, 
 In enumeration of his solid arm 
 With which subduing to Napoleon. 
 
 The tempests of fire 
 Touching till his feets 
 An serene with calm and right 
 Never he thought in back side. 
 
 Then began the decadency 
 Of the historiuos latin races 
 That in Rome acquiring influence 
 With the mixture of the Sabinas. 
 
 The great Cesar Frenchman 
 Afterward of several battles 
 He suffered the last misfortune 
 By the means of wave of case shot. 
 
 The battle was well sought 
 With tactics and stratagem 
 In retarded dispute 
 For avoiding one tragedy 
 
 Napoleon in proper person 
 He owed to attack Blucher 
 As soon as his should appear 
 In convenient towns 
 
 And as soon of being him- conquered 
 Greuchy owed to trouble him 
 And to reach him well tired 
 And completely subdued him. 
 
[10] 
 
 To avoiding that he would organize himself 
 And otherwise could present action 
 And which his army would not help 
 To brave General Wellington 
 
 in effect Napoleon 
 
 He executed his promise 
 
 And with opportunity and occasion 
 
 He did him to flight with fear. 
 
 But Greuchy without submission 
 He lost himself in the road 
 And he did not execute his commision 
 With opportunity and prudence 
 
 Blucher prepared himself 
 Doing his retired 
 Near the height of vaterloo 
 In good rule and very satisfied. 
 
 In the meanwhile Ney the grand Marshal 
 He owed to occupy Ouatrebras 
 With rapidness and aspect martial 
 Without leaving the artillery backwards 
 But Ney himself mistakes 
 Believing that there is Wellington 
 And by such thing he not executes 
 The orders of Napoleon. 
 
 By anywhere Gruchy 
 
 With thirty thousand soldiers 
 
 He ordered do arrive there with opportunity 
 
 With marches to rapid 
 
 But nor Gruchy, neither Derlon 
 That they were his right arm 
 By error or by spite 
 Not obeyed to Napoleon 
 
 Notwithstanding of their disappointment 
 Napoleon not terrified himself 
 He prepared his encampment 
 And to his soldiers harangued 
 
 He gave the orders of the battle 
 To Ney, the brave of brave, 
 That would do eco the grape shot 
 And the soldier s fight. 
 
 In the meanwhile he prepared himsself 
 With the battalions of his command 
 And wiolents and ready he occurred 
 Confiding in the vanguard, 
 
[II] 
 
 In the star of his genius 
 
 In his military sense, 
 
 Without thinking that his gremium 
 
 It does not wish to fight. 
 
 That all it eclipse in the world 
 
 And in the life is contingent, 
 
 The luminous body, the terrible hurricane, 
 
 The glory, the pain of the gents, 
 
 He began the battle 
 At 10 o clock in the morning, 
 He ran himself over the wall. 
 To pace very redoubled. 
 
 With such fury and great valor, 
 Which by moments he believed himself 
 Owner of country of honor 
 How St. Martin in Maypo. 
 
 But thousands of cannons 
 They fling the deeth and grapeshot 
 It opening great larges drains 
 In the line of battle. 
 
 Wellinnton would remain impassable 
 
 How any rock in the sea, 
 
 He believed himself invincible 
 
 In that strategic place. 
 
 And throwing over his battalions 
 How wave that frizzle the ocean 
 Embracing rocks and island 
 How in the 3unner the hurricane. 
 
 In the meanwhile the Frenchmen 
 They resisted with heroism, 
 With enthusiasm and fanaticism, 
 Singing the "Marseilles." 
 
 Napoleon moved his cannons: 
 Improving one serene moment, 
 But gun carriage and garrison 
 Fall down in the mudy. 
 
 Wellington then saw the movement 
 
 And the conflict of the cannon, 
 
 How ray and small clouds of wind 
 
 Thro wed the cavalry that cut only the leathers. 
 
 But Milhaud with his dragoons, 
 He established heroic fight, 
 And he could save the cannons 
 ( ilhis exploit, there is no fable. 
 
[12] 
 
 But Wellington believed opportune 
 Of nerve throw over the cavalry, 
 But afterward, one by one, 
 The dragoons retroced from. 
 
 They was well repelled 
 
 By the French dragoons, 
 
 That with splendor and courage 
 
 They believed to subdue the Englishmen, 
 
 Also sent Napoleon 
 
 TO flank the cavalry, 
 
 But in the abyss of Huguemont 
 
 It fall down by fault of guide. 
 
 The situation was alarming 
 
 TO Wellington and Napoleon, 
 
 Both of the belligerents 
 
 Believed themselves owners of the action. 
 
 Then Napoleon judged 
 That the time perjudged him, 
 And France s standard he rising, 
 Lanced himself over the barricades. 
 
 That was one infernal noise, 
 Of the dying, the complaint, 
 That seemed the final judgment 
 The cannons with its crack. 
 
 The cracker of the grape shot 
 The noise of the shot of the fusil, 
 The battle s shock. 
 The victims of the projectile. 
 
 And when body with body, 
 
 The army it striked, 
 
 And the victory seemed uncertain, 
 
 Ney and Cambrone exclaimed. 
 
 Sublime, said Ney, 
 
 Devil, said Cambrone, 
 
 That looked himself king, 
 
 This soldier in person, 
 
 And between the frenezy 
 
 Napoleon opened the eyes, 
 
 Hoping if arrived Gruchy 
 
 Or saw him into the calhops. 
 
 The same Arturo Wellington 
 
 Ordered prepared himself the carriage. 
 
 Thinking that if not arrived Blucher, 
 
 Retired himself in the night. 
 
But there in the longest 
 It saw great clouds of dusty, 
 Was the great spem 
 Of the fight, the end. 
 
 Napoleon believed was Gruchy, 
 Wellington that was Blucher, 
 But that remained out of meaning 
 When saw that was the latter. 
 
 The General Normando, 
 Strong enemy from Napoleon, 
 He had sworn that persistent, 
 Should bury the conqueror. 
 
 He arrived with soon violence, 
 Spreading his directions, 
 With his great experience 
 He directed well his cannons. 
 
 And thinking in his misfortune 
 For taking the revenge, 
 He fell against the Frenchman, 
 How any great sweep. 
 
 He diriged terrible rows 
 Of fire, guns of grapeshots, 
 Against the chastised legions 
 In the bloody and terrible battle. 
 
 The Frenchmen hapless, 
 They could not resist the charge, 
 With his battalion annihilating 
 In one fight so large. 
 
 And they were obliged 
 
 To retire themselves with pain 
 
 For that the army s allies 
 
 Would occupy the place of honor. 
 
 Wellington remaining victorious, 
 
 In force of Constance and firmness, 
 
 And with glory and eminence 
 
 He subdued the Frenchmen. 
 
 In a little time fell 
 
 The highness of the conqueror, 
 
 And rhe French remained without vigor, 
 
 Submitted to victorious. 
 
 That he imposed her low sovereign 
 
 To any nation innocent 
 
 That was victim of misbehaviour 
 
 Of any one insolent co nquerer. 
 
[14] 
 
 And Napoleon with great pain 
 He subjected him to the victorious 
 That put in prison in Santa Elena 
 Where died of anguish 
 
 With Prometeo in the rock 
 Crucified to his sad lot 
 His ambition not was a few things 
 Caring the death, the world. 
 
 After being of any inspired worner 
 And being of the world pretender 
 Looking with proud lure 
 To the powerful and beggar 
 
 In that solitary and rock mountain . 
 A few men gone out with him 
 He had not more friend 
 That Bertrand and Motholon. 
 
 For giving one eloquent lesson 
 
 The conqueror that in rich buskin 
 
 He dream shall give him the cannon 
 
 After the begining, till the end 
 
 Not knowing that the justice 
 
 Is a goodness invincible 
 
 Yet would be combated by the son of Leticia 
 
 Or by any one giant inconosible 
 
 And here in this sad history 
 
 Napoleon was very bad served 
 
 How in any war there is memory 
 
 That exist so much deceit 
 
 His orders, not executed Derlon 
 Gruchy lost himself on the road 
 It not known if would have treason 
 Or was black work of the lot 
 
 Ney also he not executed 
 With all and to be marshal 
 The lot himself changed 
 In elegy funeral. 
 
 And until the celebrated calvary 
 In one abyss fallen down 
 By the fault of any one guide 
 Near it all perished. 
 
 Because God not wished more ruins 
 To civilized France 
 
 And would be victims of more craziness 
 Of one conquerer souless. 
 
VII. 
 (Abdication of Napoleon before the Congress of Fran ce). 
 
 Before yours that signifies the sovereignty nation s 
 
 I present myself humble, and subdued. 
 
 With object of doing certain abdication 
 
 Of the firth impire that yours would have conceded. 
 
 More than fifteen years I ve fought without truce or repose 
 
 By yours the head of the world, 
 
 I provoked strong stormys and ocean never soft 
 
 Of the universe I met him, always brave and furious. 
 
 They accused me of having done mean treason 
 
 At Robespierre, Marat and Girondins 
 
 Of having falsed sacred revolutions 
 
 Of ambitions, errors and reeling. 
 
 Of having spread uselessly 
 
 The blood precious of the Frenchmen 
 
 Of having left in the country illustrious people 
 
 In battles, retireds and misfortunes. 
 
 Of having assassinated a Hocke or Desaix, 
 
 For ending my exaggerated ambition 
 
 By finishing with the rites of the faith 
 
 Of changin to the France his divine religion. 
 
 Of extinguishing the recourses of the France 
 
 His felicity, its industry and treasure, 
 
 Of pulling out of the motherly womb beautiful infancy, 
 
 Of filling my purse with his gold. 
 
 Of having killed the Duke of Enghein 
 
 By infamy, for rancour and pcrbercity, 
 
 Of leaving to my enemies in want 
 
 Of expelling and discrediting likewise. 
 
 The tribune the print it united at insults, 
 
 Throwing myself great charges and maledictions; 
 
 Mire, and muddy, how the man more mournful, 
 
 How any devil that it lodged the more trouble passions. 
 
 All I received with patience and calm, 
 
 All in sacrifice of my beautiful thought, 
 
 That I have coserved rought in the intimate of my soul 
 
 And clear it has been reveled with time. 
 
 I should desire that France would subdue the universe, 
 
 And with the triumphs of the Latin race, 
 
 Advancing myself the time that with hair terse, 
 
 It would not take ourselves unforeseen in the road. 
 
 I wished to improve the historic moment 
 
 In which boiled the ideas of the French revolution, 
 
 That shining, how the more previous thought 
 
 And its lodging in all human head. 
 
[16] 
 
 And when the triumph seemed to me impossible, 
 With Emperor Alexander wished divide myself the world 
 I have thought that my thought it done visible, 
 And the same Alexander turned myself brave. 
 
 Because he aspired which the rasa slavs 
 
 It would spread over the world and it would subdue, 
 
 Turning the precious liberty in Slava 
 
 To Western Europe in Tartarians Scandinava. 
 
 But God no permit iniquities, 
 
 Nor which reign the injustice anywhere, 
 
 And without punishment itself perpetuate the weakness, 
 
 Neither the liberty unjustly should it perish. 
 
 Tne liberty is the Godness that divine 
 
 It shining with rays powerful, 
 
 Passed the time of our race, the Latin, 
 
 Not is time nor its influence, neither its Gods. 
 
 Greece and Rome they left us the paganism, 
 The force, the circus and inhuman fight, 
 The torments, the barbarism and despotism 
 The corruption, -the infamy and the luxury. 
 
 It enervated our blood with the breath 
 It was lasted in our veins the perfidy 
 Victims always of inseparable tyranny 
 They it have turned chronic beyond the time. 
 
 Necessary is that the modern civilization, 
 
 It casts roots with other men and other races. 
 
 7 hat nor would it detain the torrent this hurricane, 
 
 That the world regenerate with that weary. 
 
 The liberty is proclaimed by the christening 
 In the Golgota in the tree of the cross, 
 That finish to the man the despotism 
 That the force turns out in brilliant light. 
 
 The triumph not was of Wellington, 
 Nor has been different the skill and the courage . 
 Nor faults have been Grouchy and Derlon, 
 Is God that now desire more anguishes. 
 
 The. world is from Washington and Burke, 
 That they known the liberty and duty. 
 Who always desire that the tear not plough 
 In the eyes, nor the pain in the chest. 
 Conform us with sentence of the destiny; 
 No more fights, nor fraternal s blood, 
 Separate ourselves -he thorns of the road, 
 All firmness, is crime parricide. 
 
[17] 
 
 I decline into yours the empire, 
 
 Felt eternally our glory ; 
 
 The Saxon world shall be our hemisphere 
 
 It finished to ourselves our history. 
 
 And I would favor myself under England s standard 
 Thristening in his greatness and loyalty, 
 Nevermore that would ourselves done strong war. 
 Is elevated his character and his suavity. 
 
 And in this moment it advise to me 
 That is ready the boat Belerepfon, 
 Where without lose time and very hurry, 
 Shall set out the subdued Napoleon. 
 
 And I take leave from yours with great pain, 
 England send to me to retired country, 
 Nothing less than the rock of St. Helena, 
 Where I shall suffer mournful torments. 
 
 And I present us my brilliant sword, 
 In other time with glory and splendor, 
 All in the world it reduced to dust, 
 Durable only the right and liberty. 
 
[18] 
 
 NAPOLEON EN LA_ESLA DE ELBA, 
 
 Oh ! Lo que es el fallo inexhorable del destine, 
 Lo que son los cambips de la suerte, 
 Ayer de floras, sembrado mi camino, 
 Hoy sentenciado a inhumana muerte. 
 
 Cuando yo era proclamado emperador 
 Y no habia sufrido, ni cambio, ni reves, 
 Vana adulacion, incienso, al rededor, 
 Los pueblos todos prosternavane a mis pies. 
 
 El sol pareciame esplendente 
 Las estaciones, sin frio y sin nublado; 
 Ningun presagio cruzaba por mi mente, 
 El rey del mundo me veia coronado, 
 
 Eterna pareciame la gloria 
 
 A los hombres los veia mui pequenos 
 
 Cortesano el laudo de la historia 
 
 Realidad viviente el problema de mis suenos. 
 
 A Cesar lo juzgaba un despota menguado 
 Relapzo y pigmeo a Carlo Magno 
 Ynsensato al Griego Menelao 
 Itonachon al filantropo Trajano. 
 
 Horizonte no tenia mi ambicion 
 Ynexorable era el filo de mi espada. 
 Que cortaba con furia, sin compacion 
 Sn exito jamas se deshojaba. 
 
 Pero vino Soult y perdio la Espana 
 Ney se retiro de Torresvedras 
 Llego el turbion de implacable zana 
 Los suenos parecianme quimeras, 
 
 Vime obligado a declarar la guerra a Rusia 
 Enemigo formidable y mui temible 
 Hacienda poco caso de la Pruoia, 
 Creyendo que el triunfo era infalible. 
 
 Marche en lo crudo del invierno 
 Sin parar mientes en lo fuerte de los hielos 
 Fueron tales las inclemencias de los cielos 
 Que aquello pareciome grande infierno. 
 
Las Rusos aconcejados por Moreau 
 De Dumories y otros criminales 
 Hecieron que incendiaran a Moscow 
 Sus cuarteles y refugios invernales. 
 
 Y despues que Cutussoff fue rechazado 
 I mis armas salieron victoriosas 
 El fuego invadie por todo lado 
 Produciendo temores pavorosos. 
 
 Y a despecho de mi honor y de mi gloria 
 Ordene violenta y completa retirada 
 Entre conflictos de que no hay memoria 
 Ni los tuve en ninguna otra Jornada. 
 
 Y a Ney que se porto como un valiente 
 Encomendele la, ingente retirada 
 Reuniendo * su lado toda gente 
 Con valor, constancia y con cuidado. 
 
 Y al favor de rapido trineo 
 Salveme de volverme prisionero 
 Y quedar en el Caucaso Prometeo, 
 Salvando la distancia yo el primero. 
 
 Y fueron tan supremos los reveces 
 
 Tan grave la tormenta de los cielos 
 
 Que quedaron seputlados miles de Franceces 
 
 Kn los tempanos frios de los hielos, 
 
 Perdi alii lo mejor de mis soldados, 
 Capitanes, Generales, de lo primero 
 El prestigio tambien de gran guerrero 
 El entuciasmo y leataadde mis aliados, 
 
 Italia me nego completo apoyo 
 Su ejercito cambiose en la batalla 
 Do quiera encontre espinoso escollo 
 El reir y carcajar de la canalla. 
 
 Traicionaronme Angereau y Teillerand, 
 Bernardote y el bribon de Magdonal, 
 Ayudando a las huestes de Alejandro 
 Y cambiando mi divisa, por la real. 
 
 Sufri los mas crueles desenganos 
 Las mas tristes y amargas decepciones 
 El tiempo ensena eon los anos 
 Cuan, instables sou las iluciones, 
 
 Que no tienen por base la justicia, 
 
 El derecho, la virtud y la lealtad 
 
 No vale la estrategia y la pericia. 
 
 Contra el sublime sentemiento de libertad. 
 
[20] 
 
 Llegue a Paris lleno de pesares 
 A ver si podia defenderme 
 Lamentando tan lugubres azares 
 Sin rifles, municiones, casi inerme. 
 
 Y Luis decendiente de los borbones 
 L,e apoyaron ballonetas extrangeras 
 Haciendo de la Francia mil girones 
 Violando su suelo y sus banderas. 
 
 Y vencido, sin poder ya resistir 
 Entregado a mi micera impotencia 
 Dispusieron que debiera yo existir 
 En esta isla reducida mi existencia. 
 
 De la cual me hicieron Soberano 
 Como burla sangrienta del destine, 
 Como espiacion de delirio sobrehumano 
 For regar de inocente sangre mi camino, 
 
 Pretendiendo de la Europa su dominio, 
 Con el fuego, el hierro y la conquista, 
 Sin respetar el derceho que es divino 
 Bus cando de la gloria unica pista. 
 
 Y sinembargo de vida tan aislada 
 Luis y Telleirand viven con miedo 
 Creyendo que maquino nna celada 
 Es mi nombre y prestigio su recelo, 
 
 Y pretenden que la Europa me d^stierre 
 A regiones sombrias e ignoradas 
 Que se olviden mis hazanas y se aterre 
 Mi nombre y mis hechos sepultados, 
 
 Pero no puedo a mi suerte resignarme, 
 Ni recorrer este funebre camino. 
 Ni que hagan mis enemigos gran a larde 
 Ni.se burlen del triste fin, de mi desfeino. 
 
 Cuento siempra, con la ilustre Francia 
 Que no la abate nunca el infortunio 
 Me dara sus recursos con coustancia 
 Olvidando sus reveces uno a uno. 
 
 Cuento en esta isla con leales servidores 
 Con bravos Generales y campeones 
 Que me ayuden en todas mis labores 
 Tremolando, como siempre los pendones. 
 En el brik que tongo en la bahia 
 Cargare pertrechos y canones 
 Y caminan^o con cuidado noche y dia 
 Azastare descuidadas guarniciones. 
 
[21] 
 
 Y auxiliado del prestigio y entuciasmo 
 Con que cuento en ciudades y fronteras 
 Tomare los puestos eon espasmo; 
 Cambiando de momento las banderas. 
 Con las mismas qne venci a la Prucia 
 Que tremole en Tena y en Tilsit 
 Con que venci en Moscow a la Rucia 
 Y a Austria, en Marengo y Austerlits. 
 Zarparemos en el brik el Ynconstant 
 Con rifles, bagages y municiones 
 Y sin perder del tiempo, ni un instante 
 Embarcaremos tambien nuestros canones. 
 Fletaremos tambien la barca Estrella 
 Y otros buques mercantes escogidos 
 Aprovechando la proxima marea 
 Con cigilo, sin que seamos percibidos. 
 
 II. 
 
 Embarque de Napoleon, con su tropa, municiones y 
 
 bagage; tomando sus geme los dice. 
 Aya en limpido horizonte 
 En que brilla esplendente sol 
 Divisase entre celages y fulgido arrebol 
 Como una flota que sus canones monta. 
 Hacia el rumbo de la tierra en que naci 
 Donde mi intancia la luz primera vio 
 De Corcega, cuya preciosa historia yo le di 
 De aquel azul Oceano que a mi mente el inspire. 
 Es Velpomene e imponente 4< Flor de Lis" 
 Que es la insignia tradicional de los Borbones 
 Que enterrada restauro el infame Luis 
 Con cabalas, intrigas y traiciones. 
 Y si mi marcha hubiesesido rebelada 
 Y la fiota impidiese nuestro viage 
 Con valor heroismo y energia denodada 
 Nos lanzaremos, como un rayo al abordaje. . 
 El valor, es la unica esperanza 
 En los contlictos y grandes aflicciones 
 Es un Hercules que inspira la confianza 
 Es la victoria, con sus bellas ovaciones. 
 Pero al fin no veo otras senales 
 Que rebelen en los buques gran malicia, 
 Sus banderas parecen comerciales, 
 O aprovechemos su estolida estulticia. 
 Y marchemos con el viento favorable 
 E izemos el vaupre y toda bela 
 Que la destreza en la marcha hace probable 
 La victoria en todaempresa se rebela. 
 
[22] 
 III. 
 
 El Teneral Bertrand, refiriendo la marcha sobre Paris-i8i 5. 
 
 El tres de Marzo por la tarde 
 
 La escnadrilla fondeo en el golfo Juan 
 
 Napoleon desembarco, sm mucho alarde 
 
 Con su rostro sereno, cual titan. 
 
 Y en bosque espeso y mui umbrio, 
 
 Do se mecen los cedros y Olivos 
 
 Arengo a su tropa con gran brio 
 
 Como en tiempos de sus triumfos positivo.s 
 
 Y alii se destaca el mas robusto 
 
 Que sirve de senal a nuestra historia 
 
 Cual si fuesa de Napoleon unico busto 
 
 Que el tiempo conserva en la memoria. 
 
 Y de Antibes contento, paso a Canes 
 
 En medio del mas grande entuciasmo 
 
 De vecinos, ciudadanos y paisanos 
 
 Delirantes de afecto y de marasmo. 
 
 Y en valles, villas y ciudades, 
 
 Era tal el delirio de la gente, 
 
 Tan grandes las febriles anciedades 
 
 Que deliquios causaban a la mente. 
 
 Y lasfuerzas que mandaban los Borbones 
 
 No hacian ninguna oposicion 
 
 .En masa se desbordaban batallones 
 
 Saludando con delirio a Napoleon. 
 
 Yel 7 batallon llamado de Grenoble 
 
 Al manda del coronel Labedoyere 
 
 No resistio el sentimiente noble 
 
 Que le Inspira el prisionero de la isla de Elba. 
 
 Y su jefe pago con su preciosa vida 
 
 Los arrebatos de ese fervido delirio 
 
 Despues que la guerra fue vencida 
 
 Por recompensa tuvieron el martirio. 
 
 I por ultimo encontro al Marical Ney 
 
 El bravo Teneral, entre los bravos 
 
 Causole el entuciasmo que hace un rey 
 
 Que conduce a la victoria a sus soldudos. 
 
 Le abrazo con entuciasmo y efucion 
 
 Con patetica emocion se saludaron. 
 
 Recordando los tiempos que pasaron, 
 
 Entre el humo del fucil y del canon. 
 
 Ofreciole el nervio poderso de su brazo 
 
 HI corazon y el brillo de su espada 
 
 Confianza y no creer en un fracaso 
 
 Luchar con heroismo, en la Jornada. 
 
[23] 
 
 Pero hay que advertir que esta gran fama 
 Que en masa a los pueblos condujo en torvellino 
 Fue dibido tambien a las proclamas 
 Qne repartio el emperador en su camino, 
 
 Hablo de derecho y libertad a los Franceces 
 Para ponerlos exitados, delirantes 
 Y olvidaran por complete sus reveces 
 Que les cauaan con frecuencia los farsantes. 
 
 Es la fibra delicada, es el misterio 
 El resorte que aprietan ambiciosos 
 Para convertirla, en sombrio cementerio 
 Y en yermos sus jardines deliciosos. 
 
 Son los grandes y brillantes espegismos 
 Que facinaron a Roma, a los latinos 
 Barbaric, conquista, rudo fanatismo 
 Es herencia de incurables desatinos. 
 
 El mundo caera hecho mil astillas 
 Su centre perdera con tempestades 
 Eufermos los francesces con teorias 
 Y jamos gozaran da libertades, 
 
 Nosotros lo tomamos todo a broma 
 El derecho, la patria y la justicia 
 La verdad, es grrndeza en la zajona 
 Que consagra con respeto y sin malicia. 
 
 En fin entramos a Paris, sin mas batalla 
 Al emperador le subieron a los cielos 
 Nobles, empleadcs, pecheros y canalla 
 Le aco gieron con entuciasmo y sin recelos. 
 
 Y Luis salio huyendo con su corte 
 Mohino, cabizbajo, sin soldados 
 Dispuesto a tocar iqual resorte 
 El apoyo otra vez de sus aliados. 
 
 Para restaurarse en el poder que le negaban 
 El influjo y efficacia de la opinion 
 Honores y riquezas le alhagaban 
 Destrozando de su patria el corazon. 
 
 mi. 
 
 Huida de Luis XVIII y Telleirand Su Ultima Entrevista, 
 
 TELLEIRAND. 
 
 Versado en la ciencia diplomatica, 
 En las cabalas en laastucia, en la intrigua 
 Pronostique que estc gran monomaniatics 
 Sus ideas jamas olvidana. 
 
[24] 
 
 De dominar a la Europa y al mundo 
 Con el poder de su espada y el canon 
 Estender su domino furibundo 
 Aboliendo el derecho y la razon. 
 
 Apollado en la fuerza de la Francia 
 En su espiritu guerrero y mui marcial 
 Que se presta de la intriga a toda instancia 
 Ya sea para el bien, o para el mal. 
 
 Ya sea a Robespieore que es lo mismo 
 A Mirabeau y Felipe de Ygualdad 
 Apoya en su cronico obtimismo 
 Perseguiendo el derecho y libertad. 
 
 Y arde en el sanctuario desu templo 
 Su historia con estruendo y con fulgor 
 Defuego esparciendo mal ejemplo 
 Que conduce al camino del dolor, 
 
 Su genio lo heredode los romanos 
 Cue crearon las dinastias absolutas 
 Que nuuca fueron soberanos, 
 Viviendo en guerras y en luchas. 
 
 Las potencias, no oyeron mis concejos 
 Creyeron que eran vanas iluciones 
 Yo acostumbro ver desde mui lejos 
 Diviso con claridad los nubarrones. 
 
 Y si a tiempo hubiesen separado 
 De los costas de Francia a Napoleon, 
 Habriamos el poder aun conservado 
 Fin estar en esta tetrica afflicion. 
 
 V. 
 Louis XVIII. 
 
 Yes, Tslleirand, tu dices mui bien 
 Fuisters ministro de Napoleon 
 Yo sospechaba tambien 
 Qen habia de hacernos traicion. 
 
 Pero por Dios y por Minerva 
 Firme con mi propia mano 
 Se le diese la Isla de Elba 
 Con derecho sober ano. 
 
 Y yo descendiente de San Luis 
 Debia mantener mi promesa. 
 Ya que llevamos flor de lis 
 Como insignia de grandeza. 
 
Y aunque Napoleon me vensa 
 Y vuelva al imperio otra vez 
 Yo mantendre mi promesa 
 Seacual fuese el reves. 
 
 Que la fortuna nos depare 
 En este eterno luchar 
 E implacable nos negare 
 Sometiendonos al mlsmo azar. 
 
 La Francia se ha convertido 
 En un gran poder militar 
 En que Napoleon la ha sumido 
 Por su propio bienestar. 
 
 Hay que estirpar ese mal 
 Que ha occac-ionado Napoleon 
 Fucilando al militar 
 Eue tracione a la nacion. 
 
 Yremos a Ynglaterra 
 
 A Austria, Ytalia y Prucia 
 
 Trairemos de nuevo la guerra . 
 
 Con apoyo de la Rucia, 
 
 A Napoleon le es imposible 
 Contener esetorrente 
 Por mas que se crea invencible 
 No cuenta con mucha gente 
 
 Su hermosa estrella se eclipso 
 IWuchos no creen en su fama 
 Su geino militar se agoto 
 Ya su entuciasma no inflama. 
 
 Ya fastidian sus baladronadas 
 Sale mui cara su gloria 
 Ya no brillan sus espadas 
 Quiere la Francia otra historia. 
 Quiere tambien su reposo 
 Que hace tiempo le ha quitado 
 Ese infernal ambicioso. 
 Atrevido y desatentado. 
 Pronto volveremos triumfantes 
 Con grande y suma importancia 
 Entonces veran lostarsantes 
 Como se gobierna la Francia. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Salida de Napoleon con su ejercito de Paris. Relacion de 
 la Batalla de Waterloo por el Jeneral Montholon. 
 
[26] 
 
 A Waterloo, me lo imagine 
 Como una immensa montana 
 Que tiene recto su camino 
 For el lado del Oceano, 
 
 Alii Napoleon encontro su tnmba 
 En esa soberbia pendiente 
 Y atonito presencio el mundo 
 I^a batalla mas recia y sangrienta. 
 
 Que hayan presenciado los tiempos 
 Con sus cabellos soberanos 
 Kn sus infinites portentos 
 En sus evoluciones profanas. 
 
 Alii demostro Ynglaterra 
 Que era reina de los mares 
 Tambien soberana de la tierra 
 Apesar de los pesares, 
 
 Su genio encarno en Arturo 
 Despues duque de Welington 
 En premio de su brazo durp 
 Con que vencio a Napoleon, 
 
 Las tempestades de fuego 
 Llegaban hasta sus pies 
 I frio con calma y luego 
 Poco penso en un reves, 
 
 Aqui comenzo la decadencia 
 De las historicas rasas latinas 
 Que en Roma adquirieron acendencia 
 Con lo mezcla de !as sabinas. 
 
 El gran Cesar Frances 
 Despues de muchas batallas 
 Sufrio el ultimo reves 
 Mediante olas de metrallas. 
 
 L,a batalla fue bien pensada 
 Con tactica y estrategia 
 En discucion dilatada 
 Para evitar una tragedia. 
 
 Napoleon en propia persona 
 Debia a Blucher atacar 
 Tan luego, como el asome 
 En oportuno lugar. 
 
 Y luego de ser derrotado 
 Gruchy debia persequirlo 
 Alcanzarlo ya bien cansado 
 I completamente batirlo. 
 
[27] 
 
 Para impedir que se organizara 
 I de nuevo presentara accion 
 I con su ejercito auxiliara 
 Alinsigne Jeneral Welington. 
 
 En efecto Napoleon 
 Cumplio lo prometido 
 Y con oportunidad y ocacion 
 Lo hizo huir espavorido. 
 
 Pero Gruchy, sin sumicion 
 Se estravio en el camino 
 I no curaplio su comision 
 Con exactitud y tino. 
 
 Blucher se prepare 
 Haciendo su retirada 
 Hacio la cima de Waterloo 
 Mui en regla y mui confiado. 
 
 Mientras Ney el gran Mariscal 
 Debia ocupar Cuatrebras 
 Con violencia y aire marcial, 
 Sin dejar la ar tiller ia atras. 
 
 Pero Ney se equivoco 
 Creyendo que estaba Welington 
 I por eso no ejecuto 
 La orden de Napoleon. 
 
 Por otra parte Gruchy 
 Con treinta mil soldados 
 Uebia llegar oportuno alii 
 A marchas mui esforzadas. 
 
 Pero ni Gruchy, ni Derlon 
 Que eran su brazo derecho 
 Por error o por despecho 
 Obedecierona Napoleon. 
 
 Sinembargo de estos contratiempos 
 
 Napoleon no se arredro 
 
 Alistosus campamentos 
 
 I a sus soldados arengo. 
 
 Dio la orden de batalla 
 
 A Ney, el bravo de los hravos 
 
 Que hiciera eco la metralla 
 
 Y la lid de los soldados. 
 
 Mientras el se prepare 
 Con la fuerza de su mando 
 Y violiento pronto ocurrio 
 En la vanguardia confiando. 
 
28] 
 
 En la estrella de su-genio 
 
 En supericia militar, 
 
 Sin comprender que ya su gremio 
 
 Aun no queria pelear. 
 
 Que todo se eclipsa en el mundo 
 Y en la vida es contingente 
 I/os astros, el huracan furibundo 
 La gloria, el dolor de la gente. 
 
 Se comenzo la batalla 
 A las diez de la manana 
 Lanzandose sebre la muralla 
 A paso mui redoblado, 
 
 Con tal furia y gran valor 
 Que por momentos se creyo 
 Dueno del campo de honor 
 Como Sn. Martin en Maipo. 
 
 Pero millares de canones 
 Vomitaban muerte y metralla 
 Abriendo grandes zanjones 
 En las lineas de batalla. 
 
 Wellington permanecia impacible 
 Como una roca en el mar 
 Se creia siempre invencible 
 En aguel estrategico lugar, 
 
 Y lanzando sus batallones 
 Como olas que encrezpa el Oceano 
 Arrazando rocas, farallones 
 Como huracan en el verano. 
 
 Mientrastanto los franceces 
 Resistian con heriosmo 
 Con entuciasmo y fanatismo 
 Cantando la Marcelleza, 
 
 Napoleon movio sus canones 
 
 Aprovechando un momento sereno 
 
 Pero curenas y guarniciones 
 
 Se atascaron en el cieno. 
 
 Wellington que vio el movimiento 
 
 Y el conflicto de los canones 
 
 Como rayo, o rafaga de vien:o 
 
 Lanzo su cavalleria que corto, solo las arciones, 
 
 Por que Milhaud con sus dragones 
 
 Entablo heroica pelea 
 
 Y pudo salvar sus canones 
 
 De esa hazana, no hay idea. 
 
Pero Wellington creyo oportunio 
 L,anzar de nuevo su caballeria 
 Pero despues, uno a uno 
 El dragon retrocedia. 
 
 Fueron bien rechazados 
 Por los dragones franceces 
 Que con brio y denodados 
 Creian veneer a los ingleses. 
 
 Tambien mando Napoleon 
 A flanquear su caballeria 
 Pero en el abismo de Huguemont 
 Se hundio por alta de guia. 
 
 La situacion era alarmante 
 Para Welington y Napoleon 
 Ninguno de los beligerantes 
 Se creia dueno de la accion. 
 
 Entonces comprendio Napoleon 
 Que el tiempo le prejudicaba 
 Y levantando de la Francia el pendon 
 Se lanzo sobre las barricadas. 
 
 Aquello fue un ruido infernal 
 Del moribundo el quegido 
 Parecia el fucio final 
 El canon con su crugido. 
 
 El crugir de la metralla 
 El silvar de los tiros de fucil 
 El cheque de la batalla 
 Las victimas del proyectil. 
 
 I cuando cuerpo a cuerpo 
 Los ejercitos chocaron 
 Y el triumfo parecia incierto 
 Ney y Cambrone esclamaron. 
 
 Sublime decia Ney 
 
 Y un ajo lanzaba Cambrone 
 
 Aquel parecia rey 
 
 Este soldado en persona. 
 
 Y en medio del freneci 
 Napoleon pelaba los ojos 
 Viendo si llegaba Gruchy 
 O se veia entre los abrojos. 
 
 Tambien Arturo Wellington 
 Ordeno le alistaran su-coche 
 Pensando que sino llegaba Blucher 
 Se retiraria en la noche. 
 
[30] 
 
 Y alia en lontananza 
 Se veia gran polvareda 
 Era la gran esperanza 
 Del exitode la pelea. 
 
 Napoleon creia era Gruchy 
 Welington que era Blucher 
 Pero aquel quedo fuera de si 
 Al convercerse que era este ultimo. 
 El Jeneral Normando 
 Enemigo acerrimo de Napoleon 
 Habia jurado que porfiando 
 Enterraria al conquistador, 
 
 Llego con suma violencia 
 Desplegando diviciones 
 I con su gran esperiencia 
 Derigio bien sus canones. 
 
 I pensando en sus revec es 
 Para tomar la revancha 
 Cayo sobre los franceces 
 Como una gran avalancha. 
 
 Dirigio terribles andanadas 
 De tuego, rifle y metralla 
 Sobre las legiones diezmadas 
 En sangrienta y terrible batalla. 
 
 Los tranceces desconsalados 
 No pudieron resister la carga 
 Con sus batallones aniquilados 
 En una lucha tan larga. 
 
 Y se vieron obligados 
 A retirarse con dolor 
 Para que los ejercitos aliados. 
 Ocupasen el campo de honor. 
 
 Welington quedo vencedor 
 A luerza de constancia y firmeza. 
 Y con gloria y esplendor 
 Supo veneer a los franceces. 
 
 En pocas horas cayo 
 I/a grandeza del conquistador 
 I la Francia exanime quedo 
 Sometida al vencedor. 
 
 Que le impuso su ley soberana 
 A una nacion inocente 
 Que fue victima de desmanes 
 De un ambicioso insolente. 
 
[31] 
 
 Y Napoleon con grande pena 
 Se sometio al vencedor 
 Que lo aprisiono en Santa Elena 
 Donde nmrio de dolor, 
 
 Como Prometeo sen la roca, 
 Aspado a su triste suerte 
 Su ambicion, no era cosa poca 
 Llevar al mundo la muerte. 
 
 Despues de ser de un imperiodueno 
 Y ser del mundo pretendiente 
 Y mirar con orgulloso seno 
 Al poderoso y al ingente. 
 
 En aquel solitario penon 
 Pocos marcharon consigno 
 No le quedo mas amigo 
 Que Bertrand y Montholon. 
 
 Para dar una elocuente leccion 
 Al conquisrador que en rico botin 
 Suena le dara el canon 
 Desde el principle hasta el fin. 
 
 Ignorando que la justicia 
 Es una Diosa invt ncible 
 La combata el hijo de Leticia 
 
 un gigante inconocibir. 
 
 1 aqui en esta triste historia 
 Napoleon fue mui mal servido 
 Como en ninguna guerra hay memoria 
 Que exista tanto extravio. 
 
 Su orden no cumpho Derlon 
 Gruchy se perdio en el camino 
 Se ignora si hubo traicion 
 O fue negra obra del destino. 
 
 Ney tampoco cumplio 
 Con todo y ser Muriscal 
 La suerte se le cambio 
 fcn elegia funeral. 
 
 Y hasta la celebre caballeria 
 
 En un abismo se hundio 
 
 Por fatto de un infeliz guia 
 
 Casi toda perecio. 
 
 Es que Dios no quizo mas ruin as 
 
 Para la Francia civilizada 
 
 Ni que fuese victima de mas desartinos 
 
 Deun conquistador desalmado. 
 
[32] 
 VII. 
 
 Abdicaciou de Napoleon Ante el Congreso de Francia. 
 Ante vosque represent is la soberaniade la nacion 
 Me presento humillado y vencido 
 Resuelto a hacer franca abdicacion 
 Del primer imperio que me habias concedido. 
 Mas de quince anos luche sin tregua ni descanso 
 For que fueseis el cerebro del mundo 
 Provoque recias tempestades y el oceano nunca manso 
 Del universe le encontre; siempre bravo i furibundo. 
 Me han acusado de haber hecho vil traicion 
 A Robespierre, a Marat, a los Girondinos 
 De haber falseado sacrosanta revolucion, 
 De ambiciones, de errores y desatinos. 
 De haber deramado inutilmente 
 La sangre generosa de los franceces 
 De haber dejado en loscampos ilustre gente 
 En batalles, retiradas y reveces. 
 De haber asesinado a Hoche i a Desaix 
 For colmar mi exajarada ambicion 
 De conclufr con los ritos de lafe 
 De cambiar a la Francia su excelsa religion. 
 De extinguir los recursos de la Francia 
 Su bienestar su industria y su tesoro 
 Da arrancar del seno materno bella infancia 
 De llenar mi bolcillo, con su oro, 
 De haber fucikdo al duque de Enghien 
 For infamia, por rencor y por bajeza 
 De dejar a mis enemigos en probreza 
 De desterrarlos y desacreditarlos tambien. 
 La tribuna, la prensa, se desataron, en denuestos 
 Lanzaronme enormes cargos y maldiciones 
 Cieno y lodo, como el hombre mas funesto 
 Como el ogro que alberga las mas bajas pasiones. 
 Todo lo recibi con paciencia y calma, 
 Todo en holocausto a mi bello pensamiento 
 Lo he llevado escrito en lo intimo del alma 
 Y que claro se ha revelado con el tiempo. 
 Queria que Francia dominara el universo 
 I con ella el triumfo de la raza latina 
 Adelantondome al tiempo que con su cabello terso 
 No nos tomara de improvise en el camino. 
 Qnice aprovechar el historico momento 
 En que bullian las ideas de la revolucion francesa 
 Que deslumbraban, corno el mas bello pensamiento 
 Y se albergaban en toda humana cabeza. 
 
[33] 
 
 Y cuando el triumfo se me hacia imposible 
 
 Con el emperador Alejandro quice repartirme el mundo 
 
 Sospeche que mi pensamiente, se hizo vicible 
 
 I el mismo Alejandro, se me puso furibundo 
 
 For que el esperaba que la> raza eslava 
 Se estendiese por el mundo y dominara 
 Convirtiendo a la libertad en esclava 
 A Europa occidental en tartara escandinava. 
 
 Pero Dios no permite las iniquidades 
 Ni que reinela injusticia por do quiera 
 Y sin espiacion se perpetuen las maldadas 
 Ni que la libertad incensata pereciera. 
 
 La librtad, es la Diosa que divina 
 Alumbra con sus rayos podorosos 
 Paso el tiempo de la raza nuestra, la latina 
 No es tiempo de su influencia y de sus Dioses. 
 
 Grecia y Roma nos legaron el paganismo, 
 La fuerza, el circo y la inhumana lidia 
 Los tormentos, la barbaric el despotismo 
 La corrupcion, la infamia y la lascivia. 
 
 Gangrenaron nuestra sangra, con su aliento 
 Ynyectaron en nuestras venas la perfidia 
 Victimas siempre, de imprescindible tirania 
 Cronicas se ban vuelto, al traves del tiempo, 
 
 Necesario es que la moderna civilizacion 
 Eche raices, con otros hombres y otra raza 
 Que no se contenga, ese torrente, ese turbion 
 Que al mundo regenere con su lazo. 
 
 Que es la libertad, que proclamo el cristianismo 
 
 En el golgota y en el arbol de la cruz 
 
 Que concluya para el hombre el despotism o 
 
 Que la tuerza se convierta en radiante luz. 
 
 El triumfo, no ha sido de Wellington 
 
 Ni ha faltado la pericia y el valor 
 
 Ni culpa han tenido Gruchy i Derlon 
 
 Es Dios que no quizo mas dolor. 
 
 El mundo es de Washington y Burke 
 
 Que comprenden la libertad y el derecho 
 
 LOS qne quieren que la lagrima no sulque 
 
 En los ojos, ni el dolor en nuestro pecho. 
 
 Conformemonos con el fallo del destine 
 
 No mas luchas, ni sangre fratricida 
 
 Apartemos las espinas del camino 
 
 Todo empeno, es delito parricida. 
 
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 Declino pues, ante vosotros el imperio 
 Cayeron para siempra nuestras glorias 
 El mundo Zajon sera nuestro hemisferio 
 Concluyo para nosotros nuestra historia, 
 
 I yo me amparo a la bandera de Ynglaterra 
 Confiando en su grandeza y su lealtad 
 No importa habernos hecho cruda guerra 
 Es supremo el caracter, su bondad. 
 
 Y en estos mementos, se me avisa, 
 Que esta listo el barco Bellerofhon 
 Donde sin perdida de tiempo y mui de prisa 
 Debe embarcarse el vencido Napoleon. 
 
 I me despido de vosotros con gran pena, 
 
 Se me manda a lugares solitaries 
 
 Nada menos que al penon de Santa Elena 
 
 Do espero tormentos itineraries, 
 
 Y aqui teneis mi flamigera espada 
 
 En otros tiempos con gloria y brillo 
 
 Todo en el mundo se convierte en nada 
 
 Eternos solo el derecho y libertad de albedrio, 
 

 
 
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