Tame as a spaniel, timid as a child, Old Allan now hung up his sergeant's sword, Scorned not to weep at Allan Campbell's grave. NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR. 369 NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR.* I LOVE Contemplating, apart From all his homicidal glory, 'Twas when his banners at Boulogne They suffered him-I know not how- His eye, methinks, pursued the flight A stormy midnight watch, he thought, To England nearer. At last, when care had banished sleep, He saw one morning-dreaming-doting, An empty hogshead from the deep Come shoreward floating; This anecdote has been published in several public journals, both French and British. My belief in its authenticity was confirmed by an Englishman, long resident at Boulogne, lately telling me that he remembered the circumstance to have been generally talked of in the place. 370 NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR. He hid it in a cave, and wrought Heaven help us! 't was a thing beyond For ploughing in the salt-sea field, It would have made the boldest shudder; From neighboring woods he interlaced But Frenchmen caught him on the beach, Napoleon's hearing. With folded arms Napoleon stood, Serene alike in peace and danger; And, in his wonted attitude, Addressed the stranger: "Rash man, that would'st yon Channel pass Thy heart with some sweet British lass "I have no sweetheart," said the lad; "But absent long from one another Great was the longing that I had "And so thou shalt," Napoleon said, He gave the tar a piece of gold, And, with a flag of truce, commanded He should be shipped to England Old, And safely landed. Our sailor oft could scantily shift BENLOMOND. HADST thou a genius on thy peak, Thy long duration makes our lives And likens to the bees' frail hives Our most stupendous towers. Temples and towers thou 'st seen begun, Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied THE CHILD AND HIND. I wish I had preserved a copy of the Wiesbaden newspaper in which this anecdote of the "Child and Hind" is recorded; but I have unfortunately lost it. The story, however, is a matter of fact; it took place in 1838; every circumstance mentioned in the following ballad literally happened. I was in Wiesbaden eight months ago, and was shown the very tree under which the boy was found sleeping with a bunch of flowers in his little hand. A similar occurrence is told by tradition, of Queen Genevova's child being preserved by being suckled by a female deer, when that princess—an early Christian, and now a Saint in the Romish calendar - was chased to the desert by her heathen enemies. The spot assigned to the traditionary event is not a hundred miles from Wiesbaden, where a chapel still stands to her memory. I could not ascertain whether the Hind that watched my hero "Wilhelm " suckled him or not; but it was generally believed that she had no milk to give him, and that the boy must have been for two days and a half entirely without food, unless it might be grass or leaves. If this was the case, the circumstance of the Wiesbaden deer watching the child was a still more wonderful token of instinctive fondness than that of the deer in the Genevova tradition, who was naturally anxious to be relieved of her milk. COME, maids and matrons, to caress Wiesbaden's gentle hind; And, smiling, deck its glossy neck With forest flowers entwined. Your forest flowers are fair to show, And landscapes to enjoy ; But fairer is your friendly doe That watched the sleeping boy. |