EVERY DOG MUST HAVE HIS DAY

|y virtue now of laws nepotic

See Louis struts as Nap the Third !

A brigand chief of sway despotic, The king of tom-fools — ^most absurd !

New modes to launch and old ideas to vamp,

Was e'er the Frenchman's knack to do at will ; But thus to mould a Caesar from a scamp,

This we had deemed a touch beyond his skill.

Corne, beat the drums, and cry Huirah !

For Europe's Faustin clear the way !

Of her white Soulouque France is proud.

Long live the Emperor ! shouts the crowd — For every dog must hâve his day !

This Nap*s the vampire, risen newiy,

Of th* Ogre who live kings devoured ; His eagle sniffs the carrion duly, Like him who o'er Marengo scoured.

Tarpeia's rock stands near the capitol ;

But this to th' embryo Caesar makes no odds ; His hired enthusiasts on to Toulon roll,

Where southem crowds delight to change their gods.