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But things like that, you know, must be
(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
Who this great fight did win.” —
Quoth little Peterkin.-
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
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.
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.
Pledged we the wine. Then pledged we the wine-cup,* and fondly I
to part ;
worn!” Fain, glad.
And fain * was their war-broken soldier to stay;
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
a widow's prayer."
from the war ;
“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 ;
* India, a peninsula in the south of Asia, the greater portion of which is under British rule,
generals during the In
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 ;
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.”
to head-quar25 “ Now, soldier, blessings on your tongue ! O husband ! ters.
that you knew
hardly know him, dame ; 30 We've made your boy into a man, but still his heart's t
the sun had
dame- he's here !”
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
Of womankind but one;
Therefore it shall be done.
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,
Which is both bright and clear.”
- 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
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
Where they did all get in ;
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 ;
Cheapside, one 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.
Three customers come in.
Grieved him sore, 55 Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
caused him to be very
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.
And keep it safe and sound.
Through which the best he drew,
To make his balance true.
Equipped, furnished, 75 His Iong red cloak, well brushed and neat,
fitted out He manfully did throw.