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The flames rolled on-he would not go
Without his father's word;
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud : "Say, father! say
If yet my task is done!
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father !' once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!'
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waying hair,
In still, yet brave despair;
And shouted but once more aloud :
• My father! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast through sail and shroud
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
Like banners in the sky.
Then came a burst of thunder-sound
The boy-oh! where was he?
With fragments strewed the sea
With mast and helm and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
1 L'Orient, the vessel which Admiral
Brueys himself commanded at the battle of the Nile, was equipped with one hundred and twenty guns. Some time after darkness set in, it was seen to be on fire. |
Nelson gave orders that the crew should be saved by English boats. Many were thus rescued, but the commodore Casabianca and his brave little son, only ten years of age, were among the dead.
THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS. King Francis 2 was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport ; And one day, as his lions fought, sat, looking on, the Court;: The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by their side, And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for
whom he sighed ; And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning showValour and love and a king above, and the royal beasts 3
Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams—a wind went
with their paws : With wallowing might and stifled roar, they rolled on one
another, Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thunderous
smother; The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the
air; Said Francis then : ‘Faith! gentlemen, we're better here
than there !
De Lorge's love o’erheard the king—a beauteous lively dame, With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always
seemed the same.
She thought: The Count my lover is brave as brave can
He surely would do wondrous things to shew his love of.
me : King, ladies, lovers, all look on ; the occasion is divine ! I'll drop my glove, to prove his love ; great glory will be
She dropped her glove to prove his love, then looked at him
and smiled ; He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild. The leap was quick, return was quick-he has regained the
placeThen threw the glove—but not with love-right in the lady's
face. “In truth,' cried Francis, 'rightly done !' and he rose from
where he sat ; “No love,' quoth he,' but vanity, sets love a task like that!'
1 King Francis, Francis I. of France, 2 Sat, looking on, the Court. The Court
who obtains a niche in English sat looking on. history as the royal compeer of | 3 Royal beasts, so styled because the Henry VIII. on the 'Field of the lion is held to be the king of the Cloth of Gold.'
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB'S 1 ARMY.
The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold,
For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And there lay the steed, with his nostril all wide,
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
And the widows of Asshur 2 are loud in their wail,
1 Sennacherib was the most powerful
of Assyrian monarchs; he invaded Palestine in the time of Hezekiah for the purpose of preventing the union of the Hebrew and Egyptian armies. After the fearful overthrow narrated in the poem, he was assassinated by two of his sons
(2 Chron. xxxii. 21). 2 Asshur was the second son of Shem,
and gave his name to the vast
territory of Assyria. 3 Baal, Bel, or Belus was, in one form or
other, the supreme god of the Phænicians, Carthaginians, Syri
ans, and many other nations. 4 Gentile. This term was applied to all
who did not belong to the Jewish nation.
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. Our bugles sang trucel-for the night-cloud had lowered, 2
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet 3 of straw,
By the wolf-scaring fagot 4 that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again.
Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track; 'Twas autumn-and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
I flew to the pleasant field, traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I 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 fullness of heart:
"Stay, stay with us—rest, thou art weary and worn ;'
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stayBut sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ears melted away.
1 Bagles sang truce, gave the signal to 1 3 Pallet, couch or bed. cease fighting for a time.
4 Wolf-scaring fagot, a fire lighted to 2 The night-cloud had lowered, darkness frighten away wolves. had set in.
| 5 Life's morning march, boyhood.
As the clocks were striking the hour,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
And sinking into the sea.