The pageant was ended.

The crown fell from his presumptuous head.

The wife who had wedded him in his pride, forsook him when the hour of fear came upon him.

His child was ravished from his sight.

His kinsmen were degraded to their first estate, and he was no longer Emperor, nor Consul, nor General, nor even a citizen, but an exile and a prisoner, on a lonely island, in the midst of the wild Atlantic.