It is a shame to have an Emperor thrust upon us;--so it is.
Good evening, Tribune." Left alone, the Tribune remained for some time plunged in gloomy and foreboding thoughts.
"I am in the midst of a magician's spell," said he; "if I desist, the fiends tear me to pieces.

What I have begun, that must I conclude.

But this rude man shews me too well with what tools I work.

For me failure is nothing, I have already climbed to a greatness which might render giddy many a born prince's brain.

But with my fall--Rome, Italy, Peace, Justice, Civilization--all fall back into the abyss of ages!" He rose; and after once or twice pacing his apartment, in which from many a column gleamed upon him the marble effigies of the great of old, he opened the casement to inhale the air of the now declining day.
The Place of the Capitol was deserted save by the tread of the single sentinel.