And still moving across the Gulf of Mexico, to Vera Cruz; and by land to Buena Vista, with
SCOTT AND TAYLOR,
I heard the scream of the American eagle as it swooped down on the tyrant troops of Santa Ana, and with the Stars and Stripes waving in the breeze, beheld the United States soldiers charge the castellated heights of Chapultepec, and the next day, the 14th of September, 1847, saw General Scott plant his colors over the "National Palace," with his conquering army marching in glory through the city and halls of the Montezumas.
Yet, with all the woes of Mexico, I saw it in after years, rise out of the toils of foreign monarchy, when General Juarez, the native liberator, captured and killed the Archduke Maximilian, the representative of the Little Napoleon of France.
The "Monroe Doctrine" triumphed in the death gurgle of Maximilian.
Sic semper tyrannis!
Treason to tyrants is truth to the people!
Off with the heads of Charles the First, Louis the Sixteenth and Robespierre!
I stood by the side of
GENERAL BEAUREGARD