starve on the casual eleemosynary bounty of kindred souls in the lower walks of life, 'an upstart' took her by the hand, bound up her bleeding wounds, and cheered her fainting spirits. Nor did she prove ungrateful for the favour; she directed his paths to glory, and enabled him to scatter her enemies like dust before the whirlwind, and made him arbiter of the destinies of those who had despised her."
These positions may be denied, but I am persuaded they cannot be controverted; for the history of all ages proclaims it an unerring truth, that Fame has no niches in her temple, save those filled by genius to eternize the memory of those who greatly excelled.
As to the present race of continental princes, it will be said of them, that they preferred ignorance to learning, and dullness to genius; and consequently,
"They had no poet, and they died;”
while Buonaparte may sing with Horace, Exegi monumentum, &c.
