There’snonefinerinanyoftheslipsatChatham。"
ThethirdSummer’sroseshavestartedintoblow，Whenthefinesterncarvingisbegun。
Flutings，andtwinings，andlongslowswirls，Bitsofdealshavedawaytothinspiralcurls。
Tap！Tap！Acornucopiaisnailedintoplace。
Rap-a-tap！TheyareputtinguparailingfiligreedlikeIrishlace。
TheThreeTown’speopleneversawsuchgrace。
Andthepaintonit！Therichestgoldleaf！
Why，theglitterwhenthesunisshiningpassesbelief。
AndthatrowofglasswindowstippedtowardtheskyArerubiesandcarbuncleswhenthedayisdry。
Oh，my！Oh，my！
Theyhavecopperedupthebottom，AndthecoppernailsStandaboutandsparkleinbigwoodenpails。
Bang！Clash！Bang！
"Andheswigg’d，andNickswigg’d，AndBenswigg’d，andDickswigg’d，AndIswigg’d，andallofusswigg’dit，Andsworetherewasnothinglikegrog。"
Itseemstheysing，Eventhoughcopperingisnotaneasything。
WhatasplendidspecimenofhumanityisatrueBritishworkman，SaythepeopleoftheThreeTowns，AstheywalkaboutthedockyardTothesoundoftheeveningchurch-bells。
Andsoartistic，too，eachonetellshisneighbour。
Whatimmensetasteandlabour！
MissJessiePrime，inapinksilkbonnet，Titterswithdelightashereyesfalluponit，WhenshestepslightlydownfromLawyerGreen’swhisky;
Suchamazingbeautymakesonefeelfrisky，Sheexplains。
Mr。Nicholssaysheisdelighted（Heisthefirm）;
HisworkisallrequitedIfMissJessiecanapprove。
MissJessieanswersthattheshipis"alove"。
Thesidesareyellowasmarigold，Theport-lidsareredwhentheportsareup：
Blood-redsquareslikeanevenchequerOfyellowastersandportulaca。
Thereisawide"blackstrake"atthewaterlineAndaboveisablueliketheskywhentheweatherisfine。
Theinnerbulwarksarepaintedred。
"Why？"asksMissJessie。"’Tisahorridnote。"
Mr。Nicholsclearshisthroat，Andtellsherthelaunchingdayisset。
Hesays，"Becareful，thepaintiswet。"
ButMissJessiehastouchedit，herspriggedmuslingownHasablood-redstreakfromtheshoulderdown。
"Itlookslikeblood，"saysMissJessiewithafrown。
Tap！Tap！Rap！
AnOctoberday，withwavesrunninginblue-whitelinesandacapfulofwind。
ThreebroadflagsrippleoutbehindWherethemastswillbe：
RoyalStandardatthemain，Admiraltyflagatthefore，UnionJackatthemizzen。
Thehammerstapharder，faster，Theymustfinishbynoon。
Thelastnailisdriven。
Butthewindhasincreasedtohalfagale，Andtheshipshakesandquiversupontheways。
TheCommissionerofChathamDockyardiscomingInhisten-oaredbargefromtheKing’sStairs;
TheMarine’sbandwillplay"GodSaveGreatGeorgeOurKing";
AndthereistobeadinnerafterwardsattheCrown，withspeeches。
Thewindscreeches，andflapstheflagstilltheypoundlikehammers。
Thewindhumsovertheship，Andslipsroundthedog-shores，Jostlingthemalmosttofalling。
ThereisnotimenowtowaitforCommissionersandmarinebands。
Mr。Nicholshasabottleofportinhishands。
Heleansover，holdinghishat，andshoutstothemenbelow：
"Lethergo！"
Bang！Bang！Pound！
Thedog-shoresfalltotheground，Andtheshipslidesdownthegreasedplanking。
Asplinteringofglass，Andportwinerunningalloverthewhiteandcopperstemtimbers。
"SuccesstohisMajesty’sship，theBellerophon！"
AndtheredwinewashesawayinthewatersoftheMedway。
II
Paris，March，1814
FineyellowsunlightdowntherueduMontThabor。
Teno’clockstrikingfromalltheclock-towersofParis。
Overthedoorofashop，ingiltletters：
"Martin——Parfumeur"，andsomethingmore。
Alargegildedwoodensomething。
Listen！Whataringingofhammers！
Tap！
Tap！
Squeak！
Tap！Squeak！Tap-a-tap！
"Blaise。"
"Oui，M’sieu。"
"Don’ttouchtheletters。Mynamestays。"
"Bien，M’sieu。"
"Justtakedowntheeagle，andtheshieldwiththebees。"
"AsM’sieupleases。"
Tap！Squeak！Tap！
Themanontheladderhammerssteadilyforaminuteortwo，Thenstops。
"He！Patron！
Theyarefastenedwell，Nomd’unChien！
WhatifIbreakthem？"
"Breakaway，YouandPaulmusthavethemdownto-day。"
"Bien。"
Andthehammersstartagain，Drum-beatingatthesomethingofgildedwood。
SunshineinagoldenfloodLightinguptheyellowfrontsofhouses，Glitteringeachwindowtoaflash。
Squeak！Squeak！Tap！
Thehammersbeatandrap。
APrussianhussaronagreyhorsegoesbyatadash。
Fromothershops，thenoiseofstrikingblows：
Pounds，thumps，andwhacks;
Woodensounds：splinters——cracks。
Parisisfullofthegallopingofhorsesandtheknockingofhammers。
"Hullo！FriendMartin，isbusinessslackThatyouareinthestreetthismorning？Don’tturnyourbackAndscuttleintoyourshoplikearabbittoitshole。
I’vejustbeentakingastroll。
ThestinkingCossacksarebivouackedallupanddowntheChampsElysees。
Ican’tgetthesmellofthemoutofmynostrils。
Dirtyfellows，whodon’tbelieveinfrillsLikewashing。Ah，monvieux，you’dhavetogoOutofbusinessifyoulivedinRussia。So！
We’vegivenupbeingperfumerstotheEmperor，havewe？
Blaise，Becarefulofthehen，MaybeIcanfindauseforheroneofthesedays。
Thateagle’sratherwellcut，Martin。
ButI’msickofsmellingCossack，TakemeinsideandletmeputmyheadintoastackOforris-rootandmusk。"
Withintheshop，thelightisdimmedtoapearl-and-greenduskOutofwhichdreamilysparklecountersandshelvesofglass，Containingphials，andbowls，andjars，anddishes;amassOfaqueoustransparencemadesolidbythreadsofgold。
Goldandglass，Andscentswhichwhiffacrossthegreentwilightandpass。
Theperfumersitsdownandshakeshishead：
"Alwaysthesame，MonsieurAntoine，Youartistsarewonderfulfolkindeed。"
ButAntoineVernetdoesnotheed。
Heisreadingthenamesonthebottlesandbowls，Doneinfinegiltletterswithwonderfulscrolls。
"Whathavewehere？`EauImperialOdontalgique。’
Imustsay，moncher，yournamesarechic。
Butitwon’tdo，positivelyitwillnotdo。
Elbadoesn’tcount。Ah，hereisanother：
`BaumeduCommandeur’。That’sbetter。HeneedssomethingtosmotherRegrets。Alittlelubricant，too，Mightbeuseful。Ihaveit，`SageOil’，perhapshe’llbegoodnow;withitwe’llsubmitThisfineGermanrouge。Ifearheispale。"
"MonsieurAntoine，don’trailAtmisfortune。Hetreatedmewellandfairly。"
"AndyoupreferhimtoBourbons，admititsquarely。"
"Heavenforbid！"Bang！Whack！
Squeak！Squeak！Crack！
CRASH！
"Oh，Lord，Martin！Thatshieldishash。
Thewholestreetiscoveredwithgoldenbees。
Theylooklikesomanyyellowpeas，Lyingthereinthemud。I’dliketopaintit。
`PlumpuddingofEmpire’。That’sratherquaint，itMighttakewiththeKings。ShallItry？""Oh，Sir，Youdistressme，youdo。""PooroldMartin’spurr！
Buthehasn’tascratchinhim，Iknow。
Nowletusgetbacktothepowdersandpatches。
Foolishman，TheKingsareherenow。WemusthitonaplanTochangeallthesetitlesasfastaswecan。
`BouquetImperatrice’。Tut！Tut！Givemesomeink——
`BouquetdelaReine’，whatdoyouthink？
Notthesamereceipt？
Now，Martin，putawayyourconceit。
Whowilleverknow？
`ExtractofNobility’——excellent，sincemostofthemarekilled。"
"But，MonsieurAntoine——"
"Youareself-willed，Martin。YouneedasalveForyourconscience，doyou？
Verywell，we’llhalveThecompliments，alsothepastesanddentifrices;
SendsometotheKings，andsometotheEmpresses。
`OilofBitterAlmonds’——theEmpressJosephinecanhavethat。
`OilofParmaViolets’fitstheotheronepat。"
Rap！Rap！Bang！
"Whatahideousclatter！
BlaiseseemsdeterminedtobatterThatpooroldturkeyintobits，Andpoundtojellymyexcellentwits。
Come，come，Martin，youmustn’tshirk。
`Thenightcomethsoon’——etc。Don’tjerkMeuplikethat。`EssencedelaValliere’——
ThathasacharminglyBourbonair。
And，oh！Magnificent！Listentothis！——
`VinaigredesQuatreVoleurs’。NothingamissWiththat——England，Austria，RussiaandPrussia！
Martin，you’reawonder，Upheavalsofcontinentscan’tkeepyouunder。"
"MonsieurAntoine，IamgrievedindeedAtsuchlevity。WhatFrancehasgonethrough——"
"Verytrue，Martin，verytrue，Butneverforgetthatamanmustfeed。"
Pound！Pound！Thump！
Pound！
"Lookhere，inanotherminuteBlaisewilldropthatbirdontheground。"
Martinshrugshisshoulders。"Ah，well，whatthen？——"
Antoine，withalaugh："I’llgiveyoutwosousforthatantiquatedhen。"
TheImperialEaglesellsfortwosous，Andtheliliesgoup。
Amanmustchoose！
III
Paris，April，1814
Cold，impassive，themarblearchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
Haughty，contemptuous，themarblearchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
Likeawomanrapedbyforce，risingaboveherfate，Borneupbythecoldrigidityofhate，StandsthemarblearchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
Tap！Clink-a-tink！
Tap！Rap！Chink！
Whatfallstothegroundlikeastreakofflame？
Hush！Itisonlyabitofbronzeflashinginthesun。
Whatareallthosesoldiers？ThosearenottheuniformsofFrance。
Alas！No！TheuniformsofFrance，GreatImperialFrance，aredone。
Theywillrotawayinchestsandhangtodustytattersinbarnlofts。
Theseareotherarmies。Andtheirname？
Hush，bestillforshame;
Bestillandimperturbablelikethemarblearch。
Anotherbrightsparkfallsthroughtheblueair。
OverthePlaceduCarrouselawailingofdespair。
Crowdyourhorsesbackuponthepeople，UhlansandHungarianLancers，Theyseetoomuch。
Unfortunately，GentlemenoftheInvadingArmies，whattheydonotsee，theyhear。
Tap！Clink-a-tink！
Tap！
AnothersharpspearOfbrightness，AndaringingofquickmetallightnessOnhardstones。
WorkmenarechippingoffthenamesofNapoleon’svictoriesFromthetriumphalarchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
Dotheyneedsomuchforcetoquellthecrowd？
AnoldGrenadierofthelinegroansaloud，Andeachhammertappointsthesobofawoman。
Russia，Prussia，Austria，andthefaded-white-lilyBourbonkingThinkitwellToguardagainsttumult，Amobisanundependablething。
Ding！Ding！
ViennaisscatteredalloverthePlaceduCarrouselInglittering，bent，andtwistedletters。
YourbettershaveclatteredoverViennabefore，OfficerofhisImperialMajestyourFather-in-Law！
Tink！Tink！
Aworkman’schiselcanstrewyoutothewinds，Munich。
DotheythinkTopleasureParis，usedtothefallofcities，Bygivingherafallofletters！
Itisamonthtoolate。
Onemonth，andourlily-whiteBourbonkingHasdoneacolossalthing;
Hehascurdledlove，Andsouredthedesiresofapeople。
Stillthelettersfall，Theworkmencreepupanddowntheirladderslikelizardsonawall。
Tap！Tap！Tink！
Clink！Clink！
"Oh，mercifulGod，theywillnottouchAusterlitz！
Strikemeblind，myGod，myeyescanneverlookonthat。
Iwouldgivetheotherlegtosaveit，ittookone。
Cursethem！Cursethem！Aimathishat。
Givemethestone。Whydidn’tyougiveittome？
Iwouldnothavemissed。Cursehim！
Curseallofthem！Theyhavegotthe`A’！"
Ding！Ding！
"IsawtheTerror，butIneversawsohorribleathingasthis。
`Vivel’Empereur！Vivel’Empereur！’"
"Don’tstrikehim，Fritz。
Themobwillriseifyoudo。
Justrunhimouttothe`quai’，Thatwillgethimoutoftheway。
Theyarealmostthrough。"
Clink！Tink！Ding！
ClearasthesuddenringOfabell"Z"strikesthepavement。
Farewell，Austerlitz，Tilsit，Presbourg;
Farewell，greatnessdeparted。
Farewell，Imperialhonours，knockedbroadcastbythebeatinghammersofignorantworkmen。
Straight，intheSpringmoonlight，Risesthedefloweredarch。
Inthesilence，shiningbright，Shestandsnakedandunsubdued。
HermarblecoldnesswillendurethemarchOfdecades。
Rendherbronzes，hammers;
Castdownherinscriptions。
Sheisunconquerable，austere，ColdasthemoonthatswimsaboveherWhenthenightsareclear。
IV
Croissy，Ile-de-France，June，1815
"Whoa！Victorine。
Deviltakethemare！I’veneverseensoviciousabeast。
ShekickedJulesthelasttimeshewashere，He’sbeenlameeversince，poorchap。"
Rap！Tap！
Tap-a-tap-a-tap！Tap！Tap！
"I’dratherbelamethandeadatWaterloo，M’sieuCharles。"
"SacreBleu！Don’tmentionWaterloo，andthedamnedgrinningBritish。
Wedidn’trunintheolddays。
Therewasn’tanyrunningatJena。
Thoseweredecentdays，Anddecentmen，whostoodupandfought。
Wenevergotbeaten，becausewewouldn’tbe。
See！"
"Youwouldhavetaughtthem，wouldn’tyou，SergeantBoignet？
Butto-dayit’severyoneforhimself，AndtheEmperorisn’twhathewas。"
"HowtheDevildoyouknowthat？
Ifhewasbeaten，thecauseIsthegreengeeseinhisarmy，ledbytraitors。
Oh，Isaynonames，MonsieurCharles，Youneedn’thammersoloud。
Ifthereareanyspieslurkingbehindthebellows，Ibegtheycomeout。Dirtyfellows！"
TheoldSergeantseizesared-hotpokerAndadvances，brandishingit，intotheshadows。
TherowsofhorsesflickPlacidtails。
VictorinegivesasavagekickAsthenailsGoin。Tap！Tap！
JulesdrawsahorseshoefromthefireAndbeatsitfromredtopeacock-blueandblack，Purplingdarkerateachwhack。
Ding！Dang！Dong！
Ding-a-ding-dong！
Itisalongtimesinceanyonespoke。
Thentheblacksmithbrusheshishandoverhiseyes，"Well，"hesighs，"He’sbroke。"
TheSergeantchargesoutfrombehindthebellows。
"It’sthegreengeese，Itellyou，Theirheartsareallwhitesandyellows，There’snoredinthem。Red！
That’swhatwewant。FoucheshouldbefedTotheguillotine，andallParisdancethecarmagnole。
Thatwouldbreedjollyfinelick-bloodsToleadhisarmiestovictory。"
"Ancienthistory，Sergeant。
He’sdone。"
"Saythatagain，MonsieurCharles，andI’llstunYouwhereyoustandforadung-eatingRoyalist。"
TheSergeantgivesthepokerasavagetwist;
Heisaspurpleasthecoolinghorseshoes。
Theairfromthebellowscreaksthroughtheflues。
Tap！Tap！TheblacksmithshoesVictorine，AndthroughthedoorwayafinesheenOfleavesflutters，withthesunbetween。
ByaspurtoffirefromtheforgeYoucanseetheSergeant，withswollengorge，Puffing，andgurgling，andchoking;
Thebellowskeeponcroaking。
Theywheeze，Andsneeze，Creak！Bang！Squeeze！
AndthehammerstrokesfalllikebuzzingbeesOrpatteringrain，Orfasterthanthese，Likethehumofawaterfallstruckbyabreeze。
Clank！fromthebellows-chainpulledupanddown。
Clank！
AndsunshinetwinklesonVictorine’sflank，Startingittoblue，Droppingittoblack。
Clack！Clack！
Tap-a-tap！Tap！
Lord！Whatgalloping！SomemishapIsmakingthatmanridesofuriously。
"Francois，you！
Victorinewon’tbethroughForanotherquarterofanhour。""Asyouhopetodie，Workfaster，man，theorderhascome。"
"Whatorder？Speakout。Areyoudumb？"
"Achaise，withoutarmsonthepanels，atthegateInthefarside-wall，andjusttowait。
Wemustbethereinhalfanhourwithswiftcattle。
You’reastupidfoolifyoudon’thearthatrattle。
ThoseareGermanguns。Can’tyouguesstherest？
Nantes，Rochefort，possiblyBrest。"
Tap！Tap！asthoughthehammersweremad。
Dang！Ding！Creak！Thefarrier’sladJerksthebellowstillhecrackstheirbones，Andthestifledairhiccoughsandgroans。
TheSergeantislyingonthefloorStonedead，andhishatwiththetricoloreCockadehasrolledoffintothecinders。Victorinesnortsandlaysbackherears。
Whatglistensontheanvil？Sweatortears？
V
St。Helena，May，1821
Tap！Tap！Tap！
Throughthewhitetropicnight。
Tap！Tap！
Beatthehammers，Unwearied，indefatigable。
Theyarehangingdullblackclothaboutthedead。
LustrelessblackclothWhichchokestheradianceofthemoonlightAndputsoutthelittlemovingshadowsofleaves。
Tap！Tap！
Theknockingmakesthecandlesquaver，AndthelongblackhangingswaverTap！Tap！Tap！
Tap！Tap！
Intheearswhichdonotheed。
Tap！Tap！
Abovetheeyelidswhichdonotflicker。
Tap！Tap！
Overthehandswhichdonotstir。
Chiselledlikeacameoofwhiteagateagainstthehangings，Strucktobrilliancebythefallingmoonlight，Aface！
Sharpasafrozenflame，Beautifulasanaltarlampofsilver，Andstill。Perfectlystill。
Inthenextroom，themenchatterAstheyeattheirmidnightlunches。
Aknifehitsagainstaplatter。
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