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A 1902 recitation of Robert Ingersoll's powerful reflection After Visiting the Tomb of Napoleon, by Len Spencer.


Ingersoll at the Tomb of Napoleon
 
Company Edison's National Phonograph Company
Cylinder # 8102
Category Talking
Title Ingersoll at the Tomb of Napoleon
Performed by Len Spencer
Circa August 1902
Announcement None
 

Len Spencer provides this rendition of an oratory by the great (and in his time, somewhat politically incorrect) personality, writer, and freethinking atheist, Robert G. Ingersoll (1833-1899).

This may be a re-make of Spencer's original 1902 recording: popular selections were often made over whenever the master molds were worn out, or there was an improvement in the recording process, or both.   If it is a re-make, because of the lack of an announcement, this version may date from around 1909.   Although there were exceptions, many talking records from Edison prior to 1909 carried announcements (See the November 1998 Cylinder of the Month, for an example).

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After Visiting the Tomb of Napoleon
by Robert G. Ingersoll

A little while ago I stood by the grave of Napoleon, a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost for a dead deity, and gazed upon the sarcophagus of black Egyptian marble where rests at last the ashes of the restless man. I leaned over the balustrade and thought about the career of the greatest soldier of the modern world.

I saw him walking upon the banks of the Seine contemplating suicide; I saw him at Toulon; I saw him putting down the mob in the streets of Paris; I saw him at the head of the army of Italy; I saw him crossing the bridge at Lodi with the tricolor in his hand; I saw him in Egypt in the shadows of the pyramids; I saw him conquer the Alps and mingle the eagles of France with the eagles of the crags. I saw him at Marengo, at Ulm and Austerlitz. I saw him in Russia, where the infantry of the snow and the cavalry of the wild blast scattered his legions like winter's withered leaves. I saw him at Leipsic in defeat and disaster, driven by a million bayonets back upon Paris, clutched like a wild beast, banished to Elba. I saw him escape and retake an Empire by the force of his genius. I saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo, when chance and fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king. And I saw him at St. Helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea.

I thought of the orphans and widows he had made; of the tears that had been shed for his glory and of the only woman who had ever loved him pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition.

And I said I would rather have been a French peasant and worn wooden shoes. I would rather have lived in a hut with a vine growing over the door and the grapes growing purple in the kisses of the autumn sun. I would rather have been that poor peasant with my loving wife by my side, knitting as the day died out of the sky, with my children upon my knee and their arms about me. I would rather have been that man and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust than to have been that imperial impersonation of force and murder known as Napoleon the Great.

And so I would ten thousand times.

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