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But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.
“Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' * won. Duke of Marlborough

(1650-1722) was a And our good Prince Eugene.” *

great general and “ Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!” statesman, Said little Wilhelmine.

Prince Eugene, of

Savoy, who com“Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, manded the right of “It was a famous victory.

the allies at this

battle.
“And every body praised the duke,

Who this great fight did win.” —
“But what good came of it at last ?

Quoth little Peterkin.-
“Why, that I cannot tell,” said he :
6 But 'twas a famous victory.

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THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.-Campbell. OUR bugles sang truce,* for the night-cloud Our bugles sang had lowered,

truce, the signal to

cease fighting for a And the sentinel * stars set their watch in the

time was sounded on sky,

the bugle. And thousands had sunk on the ground over- Sentinel, one who

keeps guard. powered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. 5 When reposing that night on my pallet * of Pallet, a small bed.

Wolf-scaring faggot, straw,

fires lighted to By the wolf-scaring faggot * that guarded the frighten***away the slain,

wolves and other

beasts of prey from At the dead of the night a sweet vision * I saw,

the camp, and from And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. the slain on the

battle-field.

Vision, something Methought from the battle - field's dreadful

seen in a dream. array,

Array, sight, appear10 Far, far, I had roamed on a desolate * track; ance.

ance,

Desolate, dreary, 'Twas autumn-and sunshine arose on the way lonely. To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me

back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed * so oft Traversed, wandered In life's morning march,* when my bosom was over.

Life's morning young;

march, days of child15 I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, hood.

And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.

other's health,

Pledged we the wine. Then pledged we the wine-cup,* and fondly I
cup, drank to each

swore
From my home and my weeping friends never

to part ;
My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er,
And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of 20

heart.
“Stay, stay with us ! rest! thou art weary and

worn!” Fain, glad.

And fain * was their war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

FROM INDIA.*— W. C. Bennett. WILLIAM Cox BENNETT (1820- ) was born at Greenwich. His writings are very spirited, and marked by an earnest love of country. He is the author of Queen Eleanor's Vengeance, Our Glory Roll, Ballad History of England and the States that have sprung from her, besides many other poems.

“OH, come you from the Indies ? and, soldier,

can you tell
Aught of the gallant goth, and who are safe and

well ?
O soldier ! say my son is safe, -for nothing else

I care,
And you shall have a mother's thanks, shall have

a widow's prayer."
“Oh, I've come from the Indies, I've just come 5

from the war ;
And well I know the goth, and gallant lads they

are ;
Colonel, the com- From colonel * down to rank and file * I know
mander of a regiment my comrades well;
of soldiers.
Rank and file, the And news I've brought you, mother, your Robert
common soldiers as bade me tell."
distinct from the

“And do you know my Robert, now? Oh, tell

me, tell me true; O soldier ! tell me word for word all that he said 10

to you ;

officers

* India, a peninsula in the south of Asia, the greater portion of which is under British rule,

generals during the In

Lucknow, a

in India.

His very words,—my own boy's words, -oh, tell me

every one: You little know how dear to his old mother is my son.” “ Through Havelock's * fights and marches the goth Havelock, Sir

Henry Havewere there,

lock was one In all the gallant goth did your Robert have his share : of the great 15 Twice he went into Lucknow,* untouched by steel or ball;

And you may bless your God, old dame, that brought dian Mutiny . him safe through all.”

of 1857. “Oh, thanks unto the living God, that heard his

city on the

river Goommother's prayer,

tee, and capiThe widow's cry that rose on high her only son to spare ! tal of Oude, Oh, blessed be God, that turned from him the sword

and shot away! 20 And what to his old mother did my darling bid you say?" “Mother, he saved his colonel's life, and bravely it was

done; In the despatch * they told it all, and named and praised Despatch, the your son ;

account of

the battle A medal and a pension's his,good luck to him I say, sent by the And he has not a comrade but will wish him well to-day.”

commander

to head-quar25 “ Now, soldier, blessings on your tongue ! O husband ! ters.

that you knew
How well our boy pays me this day for all I have gone

through,-
All I have done and borne for him the long years since

you're dead!
But, soldier, tell me how he looked, and all my Robert

said.”
“He's bronzed * and tanned and bearded, and you'd Hesbroneed.

hardly know him, dame ; 30 We've made your boy into a man, but still his heart's t

the sun had
the same :
For often, dame, his talk's of you, and always to one tone : brown.
But there ! his ship is nearly home, and he'll be with

you soon."
“Oh, is he really coming home, and shall I really see
My boy again, my own boy home - and when, when will

it be?
35 Did you say soon ?” “Well, he is home-keep cool, old

dame- he's here !”
“O Robert ! my own blessèd boy !” “O mother, mother

dear !”

the heat of

caused his skin to turn

JOHN GILPIN.—Cowper. WILLIAM COWPER (1731–1800), the most popular poet of his day, was born in Hertfordshire. He suffered during the greater part of his life from fits of insanity. Chief poems : The Task, Table-Talk, John Gilpin, &c.

John Gilpin was a citizen

Of credit and renown; Trainband, a com A trainband * captain eke * was he pany of militia or

• Of famous London town. men trained to act as soldiers.

John Gilpin's spouse * said to her dear, Eke, also, besides.

5 Spouse, a husband or “Though wedded we have been wife.

These twice ten tedious * years, yet we Tedious, long, tiresome, wearisome.

No holiday have seen.

“To-morrow is our wedding-day, Repair, to go to a And we will then repair * place.

Unto the Bell at Edmonton,* Edmonton, a village to the north of Lon

All in a chaise * and pair. don, where there is an inn with the sign “ My sister, and my sister's child, i of a bell,

Myself, and children three Chaise, a light twowheeled carriage.

Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride
After we is used for On horseback after we.*
the sake of the rhyme,
instead of after us. He soon replied, “I do admire

Of womankind but one;
And you are she, my dearest dear,

Therefore it shall be done.
“I am a linen-draper bold,

As all the world doth know, Calender or Calen And my good friend, the calender, * derer, a cloth fin

Will lend his horse to go." isher Quoth, said.

Quoth * Mrs. Gilpin, “That's well said ; 25

And for that wine is dear,
We will be furnished with our own,

Which is both bright and clear.”
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;
O’erjoyed was he to find,

- 30 That though on pleasure she was bent, Frugal, sparing,

She had a frugal * mind. careful.

The morning came, the chaise was brought,

But yet was not allowed
To drive up to the door, lest all

Should say that she was proud.

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So three doors off the chaise was stayed,

Where they did all get in ;
Six precious souls, and all agog *

Agog, very eager, 40 To dash through thick and thin.

wishing very much. Smack went the whip; round went the wheels ;

Were never folks so glad ;
The stones did rattle underneath,
As if Cheapside * were mad.

Cheapside, one of the
chief streets of the

city of London, long 45 John Gilpin at his horse's side

famous for its silkSeized fast the flowing mane,

mercers, linen-draAnd up he got, in haste to ride,

pers, and hosiers, But soon came down again. For saddle-tree * scarce reached had he, Saddle-tree, the frame

of a saddle.
50 His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he saw

Three customers come in.
So down he came ; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,*

Grieved him sore, 55 Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,

caused him to be very

sorry indeed.
Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long before the customers

Were suited to their mind,

When Betty, screaming, caine down-stairs, 60 6. The wine is left behind !”.

“Good lack !” * quoth he, “yet bring it me, Good lack ! or good My leathern belt likewise,

lady! an exclama

tion of wonder, surIn which I bear my trusty sword

prise, or admiration. When I do exercise." *

When I do exercise,

when he attended at 65 Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)

drill with his com

pany of militia.
Had two stone bottles found,
To hold the liquor that she loved,

And keep it safe and sound.
Each bottle had a curling ear,

Through which the best he drew,
And hung a bottle on each side,

To make his balance true.
Then over all, that he might be
Equipped * from top to toe,

Equipped, furnished, 75 His Iong red cloak, well brushed and neat,

fitted out He manfully did throw.

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