His lethargy sinks him again on his down.
I passed by his palace,—I saw the disguise,—
His Jesuits caressed him, his Ultras were spies;
The robes that hung on him were ragged and poor
And his life, like a beggar’s, dependent once more.
Said I—“Ye Allies!!—’tis a lesson for you;
This King is a picture that soon you will view;
And thanks to the nations who freedom have cherish’d,
That knowledge hath conquer’d, and despots have perish’d.”
The Spirit of the Public Journals, 1823.