INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP. 127 Incident of the French Camp. OU know we French stormed Ratisbon: You A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans Let once my army-leader Lannes Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew Until he reached the mound. Then off there flung in smiling joy, By just his horse's mane, a boy: Scarce any blood came through,) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The marshal's in the market-place, To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. The chief's eye flashed; but presently A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes: "You're wounded!" "Nay," his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, sire!" And, his chief beside, Smiling, the boy fell dead. ROBERT BROWNING. 'T Badajos. WAS at Badajos one evening, one evening in May, That we turned to rest ourselves after a bloody day; For the cannon had ceased roaring and the battle-cry was still, And though beneath a Spanish sky, the air was keen and chill. That day there had been meeting, fierce meeting on the plain, Then we turned ourselves in gladness, we turned unto our board, And each man put off his helmet, his musket, and his sword; Then we called our muster over, but one answered not the call, 'T was the youngest and the bravest and the noblest of us all. He had gone forth at morning with the bugle's first shrill sound; He had gone forth at morning with a smile and with a bound, As he took his sabre from the wall and waved it in the air; But at night his place was empty, and untenanted his chair. HOHENLINDEN. 129 By torchlight then we sought him, we sought him on the plain (God grant that I may never look on such a sight again), 'Mid the moaning and the tortured and the dying and the dead, Who were lying, heaped together, on their green and grassy bed. But at last we stumbled o'er him (for the stars were waxing pale, And our torches flared and flickered in the breathings of the gale). Ten paces from his comrades he was lying all alone, Half shrouded in the colors, with his head upon a stone. We lifted him, we carried him, it was a weary track, But perhaps he had not suffered, for he died without a sound. Then we turned ourselves in sadness, we turned unto our board, And each man put off his helmet, his musket, and his sword; And with the dead before us, by the blaze of the red pine, We strove to pass the wine-cup, and to drain the ruby wine. But our revel was a sad one; so awhile in prayer we kneeled, Then slumbered till the morning called us forth unto the field : Then we called our muster over, but one answered not the call, 'T was the youngest and the bravest and the noblest of us all. ANONYMOUS. Hohenlinden. N Linden, when the sun was low, ON All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Few, few shall part where many meet! Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. THOMAS CAMPBELL. BY THE ALMA RIVER 131 By the Alma River. W Let it drop, that soldier toy : ILLIE, fold your little hands; -- Look where father's picture stands, - Ask no more, child. Never heed Either Russ, or Frank, or Turk, Right of nations or of creed, Chance-poised victory's bloody work: Any flag i' the wind may roll Willie, all to you and me Is that spot, where'er it be, Where he stands - no other word! Stands - God sure the child's prayer heard – Willie, listen to the bells Ringing through the town to-day. That's for victory. Ah, no knells Let us weep, For the many swept away |