Alone stood brave Horatius,

But constant still in mind: Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind :

"Down with him!" cried false Sextus,

With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, "Now yield ye to our grace."

Round turned he, as not deigning
Those craven ranks to see;
Naught spake he to Lars Porsena,
To Sextus naught spake he;

But he saw on Palatinus

The white porch of his home;

And he spake to the noble river
That rolls by the towers of Rome.

"Oh, Tiber! Father Tiber!

To whom the Romans pray,
A Roman's life, a Roman's arms,
Take thou in charge this day!"
So he spake, and, speaking, sheathed
The good sword by his side,
And with his harness on his back,
Plunged headlong in the tide.

No sound of joy or sorrow

Was heard from either bank:

But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes,

Stood gazing where he sank;

And when above the

surges

They saw his crest appear,

All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry,
And even the ranks of Tuscany

Could scarce forbear to cheer.

But fiercely ran the current,
Swollen high by months of rain
And fast his blood was flowing;
And he was sore in pain,

And heavy with his armor,

And spent with changing blows; And oft they thought him sinking, But still again he rose.

Never, I ween, did swimmer,
In such an evil case,

Struggle through such a raging flood

Safe to the landing place:

But his limbs were borne up bravely

By the brave heart within,

And our good father Tiber

Bare bravely up his chin.

"Curse on him!" quoth false Sextus; "Will not the villain drown?

But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town!" "Heaven help him!" quoth Lars Porsena, "And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before."

And now he feels the bottom;
Now on dry earth he stands;

Now round him throng the Fathers
Το press his gory hands;

And now, with shouts and clapping,
And noise of weeping loud,
He enters through the River-Gate,

Borne by the joyous crowd.

MACAULAY.

"YAH,

LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.

AH, I shpeaks English a leetle; berhaps you shpeaks petter der German."

"No, not a word." "Vel den, meester, it hardt for to be oonderstandt.

I vos drei yahr in your country; I fights in der army mit Sherman

Twentiet Illinois Infantry-Fightin' Joe Hooker's commandt."

"So you've seen service in Georgia-a veteran, eh?" -"Vell, I tell you

Shust how it vos. I vent ofer in sixty, und landt in Nei-York;

I sphends all mine money, gets sick, und near dies in der Hospiddal Bellevue ;

Ven I gets petter I tramps to Sheecago to look for some vork."

"Pretty young then, I suppose?"—"Yah, swansig apout; und der peebles

Vot I goes to for to ask for some vork, dey hafe none for to geef;

Efery von laughs; but I holds

high as der steeples;

my head ope shust so

Only dot var comes along, or I should have die, I belief."

"Ever get wounded? I notice you walk rather lame and unsteady.

Pshaw! got a wooden leg, eh? What battle?" "At Lookout!" "Don't say !

I was there too-wait a minute-why your glass is empty already.

Have another.

There! tell me how 'twas you got

wounded that day."

"Vell, ve charge ope der side of der mountain-der sky vos all smoky and hazy;

Ve fight all day long in der clouds, but I nefer get hit until night

But I don't care to say mooch apout it. Der poys called me foolish and crazy,

Und der doctor vot cut ofe

my leg, he say,

'Goot'-dot

it serf me shust right.

"But I dinks I vood do dot thing over again, shust der

same, and no matter

Vot any man say." "Well, let's hear it-you needn't mind talking to me,

For I was there, too, as I tell you-and oh! how the bullets did patter

Around on that breastwork of boulders that sheltered our Tenth Tennessee."

"So? Dot vos a Tennessee regiment charged upon ours in de efening,

Shust before dark; und dey yell as dey charge, und ve geef a hurrah;

Der roar of der guns, it vos orful." "Ah! yes, I member, 'twas deafening,

re

The hottest musketry firing that ever our regiment

saw."

"Und after ve drove dem back, und der right come on,

I listen,

Und dinks dot I hear somepody a callin'-a voice dot

cried,

‹Pring me some vater, for Gott's sake'-I saw his peltblate glisten

Oonder der moonlight, on der parapet, shust outside.

"I dhrow my canteen ofer to vere he lie, but he answer Dot his left handt vos gone, und his right arm proke mit a fall;

Den I shump ofer, und gife him to drink, but shust as I ran, sir,

Bang! come a sharp-shooter's pullet; und dot's how it vos-dot is all."

"And they called you foolish and crazy, did they? Him befriended

you

The 'Reb,' I mean—what became of him? Did he ever come 'round?"

"Dey tell me he crawl to my side, und call till his strength vos all ended,

Until dey come out mit der stretchers, und carry us off from der ground.

"But pefore ve go, he ask me my name, und says he, "Yacob Keller,

You loses your leg for me, und some day, if both of us

leefs,