Show ingersoll at the tomb of napoleon th the following written by robert G ingersoll was clipped from the last issue of tho the georgetown texas commercial A little while ago I 1 stood by the grave ot of the old napoleon a tomb ot of gilt and gold tit fit almost tor for a deity dead and ar ad gazed upon the sarcophagus ot of lare iare and nameless ces marble where rest it last the ashes of that restless man I 1 leaned over he be balustrade end thought about the career ot of the greatest soldier ot of the modern world I 1 saw him walking upon the banks of 0 the seine contemplating suicide I 1 saw him at toulon I 1 saw him putting down the mob in the streets ol of I 1 aris I 1 saw aw him at the head ot of the army in italy I 1 saw him crossing the bridge at lodi bodt with the tricolor in ills his hand I 1 saw him in egypt in the shadow ot of the pyramids I 1 saw lim conquer the alps and mingle tho the eagles ot of france with the eagles ot of the crags I 1 saw him at marengo marenco at ulm and at austerlitz I 1 saw him in russia when the infantry ol of the snow and the cavalry of the wind blast scattered his legions like winters withered leaves I 1 saw him in leipzig in defeat and disaster driven by a million bayonets back upon paris clutched like a wild boast banished to elba I 1 saw him escape and retake an empire by the force ot of his genius I 1 saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo where chance and fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king and I 1 saw him at st helena with lis hands crossed behind him gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea I 1 thought of the widows and orphans I le ie e had made and of the tears that had been shed tor for his glory and ot of the only woman who ever loved him pushed from his heart by the cold hand band of ambition and I 1 said I 1 would have been a french peasant and worn wooden shoes I 1 would rather have lived in a hut with a vine file growing over the door and the grapes growing purple in the amorous gisses ot f the autumn autum n sun I 1 would rather have been that poor beasant feasant fea I 1 basant ea sant with my wife by my side as the day died out of ae he sky with my children upon my knee find and their arms about me 4 1 I would rather have been this man and gone down to the silence of the dreamless dust than to have been that imperial of force and murder known in napoleon the great |