And great Napoleon showed his well-known face—
The morn was cold—he takes with down-cast eye
The offerings of the pitying passers-by—
How changed the scene, when, to his home returned,
He meets his pals, and boasts the tin he’s earned—
With steaks and beer his vigour is restored,
And crack companions grace his festive board—
He dons a coat—his rags he throws away—
A swell by night—a beggar all the day.
The Month. By Albert Smith and John Leech. Dec. 1851.