Kill, kill, kill! This is Napoleon, whose
spirit has gone forth, like Cain's, to blight and
make bloody the happy homes of earth, who
has wandered from east to west knee deep in
blood, who has set on every land his seal ot



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flame, who has cast on every field, where
once the white wheat grew, the bones of
Famine and the ashes of Fire. Remember
D'Enghien, Pichegru, Palm ; and kill ! Re-
member Jena, Eylau ; and kill ! Dost thou
hesitate ? Then, remember Moscow ! Re-
member the Beresina, choked up with its
forty thousand dead ! Remember the thou-
sands upon thousands sleeping in the great
snows ! — and kill, kill, kill !

Dost thou doubt that this is he, that thou
hesitatest so long ? Thy face is tortured, and
thy hand trembles, and thy soul is faint.
