Daily National Intelligencer

BONAPARTE.

Nothing can exceed the stupid falsehood and inconsistency of the London prints, in relation to this fallen chief. One moment they tell us, that he is the great man, in every sense, captivating the British tars, and all hearts who come near him, by displays of superior greatness of mind. The next moment, and almost in the same breath, they represent him as acting the part of an idiot, as well as a coward, in crying like a child, and threatening that he will never go to St. Helena alive. The last statement we conceive to be a stupid lie, or perhaps a very politic one. If like Caraccioli, who was murdered by Lord Nelson, as Southey, the Poet Laureate, has been obliged to confess in his life of that Naval Hero; if, we say, Cockburn is instructed to play the same game with Napoleon, as Nelson did with Caraccioli, there is policy, instead of sheer stupidity, in the lies of the London editors. If Napoleon should chance to be found dead in his cabin, it will no doubt be attributed to apoplexy, having been used to exercise and act upon so large a scale, that a sedentary and confined state was necessarily fatal! With Cockburn for his keeper, we can only add, may the Lord have mercy on his soul; for we do believe, that the fate of Caraccioli, that generous, brave, and magnanimous Neapolitan, awaits him. By the bye, we could wish every admirer of British policy in this country, would read the story of Caraccioli, as recorded by the Poet Laureate of his Britannic majesty. They will find it in Southey's life of Nelson; and if it does not shake their faith in a government which has been wickedly and impiously, because falsely, termed the Bulwark of our Religion, they are past all cure, and capable of winking at any enormity which the Bulwark may commit!

Albany Reg.