SCENE in PART FIRST
columns insensibly draw nearer to each other, and are seen to be converging from the east upon the banks of the Inn aforesaid.
A RECORDING ANGEL (in recitative)
This movement as of molluscs on a leaf, Which from our vantage here we scan afar^ Is one manoeuvred by the famous Mack To countercheck Napoleon, still believed To be intent on England from Boulogne^ And heedless of such rallies in his rear. Mack's enterprise is now to cross Bavaria— Beneath us stretcfied in ripening summer peace As field unwonted for these ugly jars— And seize on Ulm, past Swabia leftward there.
Outraged Bavaria, simmering in disquiet At Munich down behind usy Isar~fringed^ And torn between his fair wifes hate of France And his own itch to gird at Austrian bluff For riding roughshod through his territory, Wavers from this to that. The while Time hastes The eastward streaming of NapoUons host, As soon we see.
The silent insect-creep of the Austrian columns towards the banks of the Inn continues to be seen till the view fades to nebulous-ness and dissolves.
BOULOGNE. THE ST. OMER ROAD
It is a morning at the end of August, and the pale road stretches out of fcthe town eastward.
The divisions of the " Army-for-England" are making preparations to march. Some portions are in marching order. Bands strike up, and the regiments start on their journey towards the Rhine and Danube. Bonaparte and his officers watch the movements from an eminence. The soldiers, as they pace along under their eagles with beaming eyes, sing "Le Chant du Depart," and other martial songs, shout " Vive 1'Empereur!" and babble of repeating the days of Italy, Egypt, Marengo, and Hohenlinden.