From a story "Two Friends from Texas" in All the Year Round, No. 109 ( London: Charles Dickens), Saturday, May 25, 1861, page 208


NAPOLEON AT THE ISLE OF ST. HELENA.

Bonaparte's returned from the wars of all fighting.
He has gone to a place which he'll never take delight in.
He may sit there and tell of the scenes that he has seen, O,
With his heart so full of woe, on the Isle of Saint Helena.

Louisa she mourns for her husband who's departed.
She dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broken-hearted,
Not a friend to console her, even though he might be with her,
But she mourns when she thinks of the Isle of Saint Helena.

No more in Saint Cloud shall he walk in such splendour,
Or go on in crowds like the great Sir Alexander.
The young King of Rome and the Prince of Guiana
Says he'll bring his father home from the Isle of Saint Helena.

MORIAL.

All ye who have wealth, pray beware of ambition,
Or some decree of Fate may soon change your condition.
Be ye steadfast and true, for what's to come ye can tell ne'er.
Perhaps ye may end your days on the Isle of Saint Helena.

The rude rushing waves all round the shore are washing.
The great billows heave against the wild rocks dashing.
He may look to the moon, of the great Mount Diana,
But his eyes are on the waves that surround Saint Helena.