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Time passes As if under enchantment, earnest, immovable, silent, stand

the soldiers Behind the cradle, her eyes and arly

toward heaven, stands the nurse, while the child continues to slu in its sleep

At the expiration of an hour thus passed, the imperial infant moves,

throws up its little rosy arms, opens its eyes--it is awake!

A cry of triumph escapes the lips of all the soldiers--all arms were

stretched forth to seize him who, an hour before, had been their lord

and eh soldiers, bursts out

into a cry of alarm, and stretches out its little arms toward its nurse

She takes hihtened child

buries its little face in the bosom of his nurse, and the soldiers

now convey thees The dethroned eent at Elizabeth's palace, who,

with hot tears, clasps her son to her heart