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  SOMETHINGisthereaboutPeacockthatwedon'tpossess。Strainyourneckeverso,youcan'tmakeitaslongorasblueashis——cockyourtailasmuchasyouplease,anditwillneverbehalfsofinetolookat。Butthemostabsurd,disgusting,contemptiblesightintheworldwouldyouandIbe,leavingthebarn—doorformylady'sflower—garden,forsakingournaturalsturdywalkforthepeacock'sgenteelricketystride,andadoptingthesqueakofhisvoiceintheplaceofourgallantlustycock—a—doodle—dooing。
  Doyoutaketheallegory?Ilovetospeakinsuch,andtheabovetypeshavebeenpresentedtomymindwhilesittingoppositeagimcrackcoat—of—armsandcoronetthatarepaintedintheInvalidesChurch,andassignedtooneoftheEmperor'sGenerals。
  Ventrebleu!Madam,whatneedhaveTHEYofcoats—of—armsandcoronets,andwretchedimitationsofoldexplodedaristocraticgewgawsthattheyhadflungoutofthecountry——withtheheadsoftheownersinthemsometimes,forindeedtheywerenotparticular——ascoreofyearsbefore?Whatbusiness,forsooth,hadtheytobemeddlingwithgentilityandapingitsways,whohadcourage,merit,daring,geniussometimes,andaprideoftheirowntosupport,ifproudtheywereinclinedtobe?Acleveryoungman(whowasnotofhighfamilyhimself,buthadbeenbredupgenteellyatEtonandtheuniversity)——youngMr。GeorgeCanning,atthecommencementoftheFrenchRevolution,sneeredat"RolandtheJust,withribbonsinhisshoes,"andthedandies,whothenworebuckles,votedthesarcasmmonstrouskilling。Itwasajoke,mydear,worthyofalackey,orofasillysmartparvenu,notknowingthesocietyintowhichhisluckhadcasthim(Godhelphim!inlateryears,theytaughthimwhattheywere!),andfancyinginhissillyintoxicationthatsimplicitywasludicrousandfashionrespectable。See,now,fiftyyearsaregone,andwhereareshoebuckles?Extinct,defunct,kickedintotheirrevocablepastoffthetoesofallEurope!
  Howfataltotheparvenu,throughouthistory,hasbeenthisrespectforshoebuckles。Where,forinstance,wouldtheEmpireofNapoleonhavebeen,ifNeyandLanneshadneversportedsuchathingasacoat—of—arms,andhadonlywrittentheirsimplenamesontheirshields,afterthefashionofDesaix'sscutcheonyonder?——theboldRepublicanwholedthecrowningchargeatMarengo,andsentthebestbloodoftheHolyRomanEmpiretotheright—about,beforethewretchedmisbegottenimperialheraldrywasborn,thatwastoprovesodisastroustothefatherofit。Ithasalwaysbeenso。Theywon'tamalgamate。Acountrymustbegovernedbytheoneprincipleortheother。Butgive,inarepublic,anaristocracyeversolittlechance,anditworksandplotsandsneaksandbulliesandsneersitselfintoplace,andyoufinddemocracyoutofdoors。Isitgoodthatthearistocracyshouldsotriumph?——thatisaquestionthatyoumaysettleaccordingtoyourownnotionsandtaste;andpermitmetosay,Idonotcaretwopencehowyousettleit。Largebookshavebeenwrittenuponthesubjectinavarietyoflanguages,andcomingtoavarietyofconclusions。Greatstatesmenarethereinourcountry,fromLordLondonderrydowntoMr。Vincent,eachinhisdegreemaintaininghisdifferentopinion。Buthere,inthematterofNapoleon,isasimplefact:hefoundedagreat,glorious,strong,potentrepublic,abletocopewiththebestaristocraciesintheworld,andperhapstobeatthemall;heconvertshisrepublicintoamonarchy,andsurroundshismonarchywithwhathecallsaristocraticinstitutions;andyouknowwhatbecomesofhim。Thepeopleestranged,thearistocracyfaithless(whendidtheyeverpardononewhowasnotofthemselves?)——theimperialfabrictumblestotheground。Ifitteachesnothingelse,mydear,itteachesoneagreatpointofpolicy——namely,tostickbyone'sparty。
  Whilethesethoughts(andsundryothersrelativetothehorriblecoldoftheplace,theintensedulnessofdelay,thestupidityofleavingawarmbedandabreakfastinordertowitnessaprocessionthatismuchbetterperformedatatheatre)——whilethesethoughtswerepassinginthemind,thechurchbegantofillapace,andyousawthatthehouroftheceremonywasdrawingnear。
  Imprimis,camemenwithlightedstaves,andsetfiretoatleasttenthousandwax—candlesthatwerehanginginbrilliantchandeliersinvariouspartsofthechapel。Curtainsweredroppedovertheupperwindowsastheseilluminationswereeffected,andthechurchwasleftonlytothefunereallightofthespermaceti。Totherightwasthedome,roundthecavityofwhichsparklinglampswereset,thatdesignedtheshapeofitbrilliantlyagainstthedarkness。Inthemidst,andwherethealtarusedtostand,rosethecatafalque。Andwhynot?WhoisGodherebutNapoleon?andinhimthescepticshavealreadyceasedtobelieve;butthepeopledoesstillsomewhat。HeandLouisXIV。dividetheworshipoftheplacebetweenthem。
  Asforthecatafalque,thebestthatIcansayforitisthatitisreallyanobleandimposing—lookingedifice,withtallpillarssupportingagranddome,withinnumerableescutcheons,standards,andallusionsmilitaryandfunereal。Agreateagleofcoursetopsthewhole:tripodsburningspiritsofwinestandroundthiskindofdeadman'sthrone,andaswesawit(bypeeringovertheheadsofourneighborsinthefrontrank),itlooked,inthemidstoftheblackconcave,andundertheeffectofhalfathousandflashingcross—lights,properlygrandandtall。Theeffectofthewholechapel,however(tospeakthejargonofthepainting—room),wasspoiledbybeingCUTUP:thereweretoomanyobjectsfortheeyetorestupon:thetenthousandwax—candles,forinstance,intheirnumberlesstwinklingchandeliers,therawtranchantcolorsofthenewbanners,wreaths,bees,N's,andotheremblemsdottingtheplaceallover,andincessantlypuzzling,orratherBOTHERINGthebeholder。
  Highoverhead,inasortofmist,withtheglareoftheiroriginalcolorsworndownbydustandtime,hunglongrowsofdimghostly—
  lookingstandards,capturedinolddaysfromtheenemy。Theywere,Ithought,thebestandmostsolemnpartoftheshow。
  Tosupposethatthepeoplewereboundtobesolemnduringtheceremonyistoexactfromthemsomethingquiteneedlessandunnatural。Theveryfactofasqueezedissipatesallsolemnity。
  Onegreatcrowdisalways,asIimagine,prettymuchlikeanother。
  InthecourseofthelastfewyearsIhaveseenthree:thatattendingthecoronationofourpresentsovereign,thatwhichwenttoseeCourvoisierhanged,andthiswhichwitnessedtheNapoleonceremony。Thepeoplesoassembledforhourstogetherarejocularratherthansolemn,seekingtopassawaythewearytimewiththebestamusementsthatwilloffer。Therewas,tobesure,inallthescenesabovealludedto,justonemoment——oneparticularmoment——
  whentheuniversalpeoplefeelsashockandisforthatsecondserious。
  Butexceptforthatsecondoftime,IdeclareIsawnoseriousnessherebeyondthatofennui。Thechurchbegantofillwithpersonagesofallranksandconditions。First,oppositeourseatscameacompanyoffatgrenadiersoftheNationalGuard,whopresently,atthewordofcommand,puttheirmusketsdownagainstbenchesandwainscots,untilthearrivaloftheprocession。Forsevenhoursthesemenformedtheobjectofthemostanxioussolicitudeofalltheladiesandgentlemenseatedonourbenches:theybegantostamptheirfeet,forthecoldwasatrocious,andwewerefrozenwherewesat。Someofthemfelltoblowingtheirfingers;oneexecutedakindofdance,suchasoneseesoftenhereincoldweather——theindividualjumpsrepeatedlyupononeleg,andkicksouttheotherviolently,meanwhilehishandsareflappingacrosshischest。Somefellowsopenedtheircartouche—boxes,andfromthemdreweatablesofvariouskinds。Youcan'tthinkhowanxiousweweretoknowthequalitiesofthesame。"Tiens,cegrosquimangeunecuissedevolaille!"——"Iladujambon,celui—la。""Ishouldlikesome,too,"
  growlsanEnglishman,"forIhadn'tamorselofbreakfast,"andsoon。Thisistheway,mydear,thatweseeNapoleonburied。
  Didyoueverseeachickenescapefromclowninapantomime,andhopoverintothepit,oramongstthefiddlers?andhaveyounotseentheshrieksofenthusiasticlaughterthatthewondrousincidentoccasions?Wehadourchicken,ofcourse:thereneverwasapubliccrowdwithoutone。Apoorunhappywomaninagreasyplaidcloak,withabatteredrose—coloredplushbonnet,wasseentakingherplaceamongthestallsallottedtothegrandees。"Voyezdoncl'Anglaise,"
  saideverybody,anditwastootrue。YoucouldswearthatthewretchwasanEnglishwoman:abonnetwasnevermadeorwornsoinanyothercountry。Halfanhour'sdelightfulamusementdidthisladygiveusall。Shewaswhiskedfromseattoseatbythehuissiers,andateverychangeofplacewokeapealoflaughter。I
  wasglad,however,attheendofthedaytoseetheoldpinkbonnetoveraverycomfortableseat,whichsomebodyhadnotclaimedandshehadkept。