176 TKANSACTIONS CHAP. XII. incurring the scene of to-day. We imagined that you knew how to honour the memory of your Wellington, and that, after his death, when you looked towards Fitzroy Somerset, or spoke to him, or listened to his words, you looked and spoke and listened like men who remembered. Him, nevertheless, you now offer up. To have brouglit you down to this is a great achievement — the realisation of what they call here a " Na- " poleonic idea ! " The prisoner of St Helena is avenged at last. We are classic here, and we strike commemorative medals. You will soon see the honoured image of your Fitzroy Somerset undergoing presentation at the Tuileries. Al- ready our artists have caught some glimpses of him, and they declare it is the colouring, the glow of the complexion, which makes him look so English, and that in bronze he will be grandly Eoman. Those noble lineaments of his, that upright manly form — nay, even the empty sleeve which speaks to you of your day of glory — will worthily signify what England was ; and then the effigy of our counterfeit Ctesar receiving the homage of a stainless Englishman, and joining liim hand to hand with Mr Le Hoy St Arnaud, this will show what England is. We hear that you are well pleased with the prospect of all this, and that, far from shrinking, your " virtuous " middle classes," as you call it, is going into a state of coarse rapture. For shame ! ' Lord Raglan, all unconscious of exciting this kind of sympathy in the heart of the angry
