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reached the field to see Larmes beaten-Champeaux dead-Desaix still charging old Milas, with his Austrian phalanx at Marengo, till the consular guard gave way, and the well-planned victory was a terrible defeat. Just as the day was lost, Desaix, the boy General, sweeping across the field at the head of his cavalry, halted on the eminence where stood Napoleon. There was in the corps a drummer-boy, a gamin whom Desaix had picked up in the streets of Paris. He had followed the victorious eagle of France in the campaigns of Egypt and Germany. As the columns halted, Napoleon shouted to him :-“ Beat a retreat!” The boy did not stir. "Gamin, beat a retreat!" The boy stopped, grasped his drum-sticks, and said: “Sir, I do not know how to beat a retreat; Desaix never taught me that; but I can beat a charge,-Oh! I can beat a charge that will make the dead fall into line. I beat that charge at the Pyramid : I beat that charge at Mount Tabor: I beat it again at the bridge of Lodi. May I beat it here?” Napoleon turned to Desaix, and said: “We are beaten; what shall we do ?” " Do? Beat them! It is only three o'clock, and there is time enough to win a victory yet. Up! the charge ! beat the old charge of Mount Tabor and Lodi!” A moment later the corps, following the sword-gleam of Desaix, and keeping step with the furious roll of the gamin's drum, swept down on the host of Austrians. They drove the first line back on the second-both on the third, and there they died. Desaix fell at the first volley, but the line never faltered, and as the smoke cleared away the gamin was seen in front of his line marching right on, and still beating the furious charge. Over the dead and wounded, over breastworks and fallen foe, over cannon belching forth their fire of death, he led the way to victory, and the fifteen days in Italy were ended. To-day men point to Marengo in wonder. They admire the power and foresight that so skillfully handled the battle, but they forget that a General only thirty years of age made a victory of a defeat. They forget that a gamin of Paris put to shame "the child of destiny."



T was a Christmas morning, the bells tolled loud and

clear, Awake, awake, O sleepers ! for Christmas Day is here! Awake, awake! this morning we bring to you again This message down from Heaven, Peace and good-will

to men.

Within her curtained chamber, the Lady Judith heard, But in her aching bosom no chord responsive stirred ; Though on the wall before her an ancient picture hung, In which the infant Jesus to His “ blessed mother"


She sees the Son and mother, she hears the joyful bells, And her heart grows þard and bitter as the tide of

memory swells.

“ And what to me is Mary's Son ??? she cries in anguish

wild, “While on my darling's little grave the winter's snows

are piled;

“And what to me are Christmas bells, when I no more

may hear

The voice that all my music made, fall on my longing


Then sudden silence filled the room, a silence so pro

found, My Lady, awe-struck, raised her head and wondering,

looked around.

No more four walls confined her gaze; before her, far

and wide, She saw a beauteous valley spread, with hills on either

side. Amid the verdant grasses clear streams of water

strayed, And trees, with sweet fruits laden, a pleasant shadow


Fair temples crowned the lovely slopes, bright flowers

bloomed everywhere, And birds with brilliant plumage with music filled the


But now among the flowers and underneath the trees And floating in the crystal floods, what is't my Lady sees? Can they be earthly children? or are they angels bright, Those happy little creatures, all robed in spotless white ?

And now the childish voices in sweetest singing blend, “ All hail! all hail!” they joyful cry, “He comes, the

children's Friend," And walking in the valley, she sees a noble form; The happy children leave their play and round about

Him swarm,

They clasp His hands, His garments, they cling about

His feet, And lift to Him their dewy lips to give Him kisses

sweet ; But one among their number in silence walked apart, And tears fell slowly from his eyes, and sobs welled

from his heart.

And the Lady Judith wondered, “Why is the child so

sad, When all his pretty playmates seem so full of life and

glad ?" And the Lord Christ, looking tenderly on all the chil

dren, smiled, As He held His arms extended toward the little, griev

ing child.

And soon the shining golden head is to His bosom

pressed; Why quivers thus my Lady's heart within her

throbbing breast, As thus she murmurs to herself, unheard by all save one, “Ah! my darling mourns his mother in the arms of

Mary's Son."

But the little one is speaking, and she eager bends to

hear, For the rosy lips are pressing close to the Saviour's ear: “ Dear Christ,” they trembling whisper,“ will you not

let me go

To comfort my poor mother, I hear her grieving so ?
Oh ! let me go and tell her how blest the children be
Who are brought from earth to Heaven, to live and love

with Thee.”

And she heard the Lord Christ answer, “ If you go beck

again, You must stay the time allotted unto the sons of men, You must share their bitter sorrows, mayhap their

shame and sin, And pray and weep

for Heaven's rest ere you can enter in.”

And sobbing still, the child replied, "My mother loves

me so,

I hear her crying day and night; dear Christ, you'll let

me go ?” The Saviour kissed him lovingly, then placed him on

the ground, While all the children, wondering, stood in solemn

silence round.

“I'll take you to your mother now," He said, and led

the way;

The Lady Judith shrieked aloud, “Oh! stay, my dar

ling, stay, I would not have you back again.” At once my Lady

woke, And now the Christmas bells again the chamber's still

ness broke. Again four walls confined her gaze, and Mary's pictured

face Looked down with yearning tenderness from its familiar

place. A moment wrapped in thought she lay, then, springing

from her bed, "Hail! blessed mother, blessed Son, hail! Christmas

morn,” she said.

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