And when they smiled because he deemed it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretched his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips-“The foe! They come! they come ! And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears! And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heap'd and pent, Rider and horse,-friend, foe,-in one red burial blent. THE LAY OF THE BRAVE CAMERON BY PROFESSOR J. STUART BLACKIE AT Quatre Bras, when the fight ran high, Saying, "Cameron, wait, you'll soon have enough, When the Cameron men are wanted." Now hotter and hotter the battle grew, Where the Cameron men are wanted!" Brave Cameron shot like a shaft from a bow, And with him the lads whom he loved, like a torrent Where a deathful shot had shore its way, But his men pushed on where the work was rough, Brave Cameron then, from the battle's roar His foster-brother, with service true, Where the Cameron men were wanted. By the road to Ghent they buried him then, His funeral wail they chanted. And now he sleeps (for they bore him home, With his sires the pride of the Cameron men. Where a Cameron man was wanted. NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL BY LORD BYRON. FAREWELL to the Land where the gloom of my glory The last single captive to millions in war. Farewell to thee, France! when thy diadem crown'd me, I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth; But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee Decay'd in thy glory and sunk in thy worth. Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted In strife with the storm, when their battles were won: Then the Eagle whose gaze in that moment was blasted, Had still soar'd with eyes fix'd on victory's sun! Farewell to thee, France !-But when Liberty rallies Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice! THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON (1769-1852) BY SIR WALTER SCOTT THEN, Wellington! thy piercing eye The British host had stood That morn 'gainst charge of sword and lance But when thy voice had said, "Advance! They were their ocean's flood. O thou, whose inauspicious aim Hath wrought thy host this hour of shame, Or dwells not in thy memory still, |