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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."
THE LADY JUDITH'S VISION.
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
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
“ And what to me is Mary's Son ??? she cries in anguish
wild, “While on my darling's little grave the winter's snows
“And what to me are Christmas bells, when I no more
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,
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
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
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
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 ?
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
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
“I'll take you to your mother now," He said, and led
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.