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LXI.

Crushed was Napoleon by the northern Thor, Who knocked his army down with icy hammer, Stopped by the _Elements_[226]--like a Whaler--or A blundering novice in his new French grammar; Good cause had he to doubt the chance of war, And as for Fortune--but I dare not d--n her, Because, were I to ponder to Infinity, The more I should believe in her Divinity.[227]