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of the great trust committed to his care. Nothing could be more imposing than the movement of the grand column to the assault. That guard had never yet recoiled before a human foe; and the allied forces beheld with awe its firm and terrible advance to the final charge.
For a moment the batteries stopped playing, and the firing ceased along the British lines, as, without the beating of a drum, or the blast of a bugle, they moved in dead silence over the plain. The next moment the artillery opened, and the head of the gallant column seemed to sink down; yet they neither stopped nor faltered. Dissolving squadrons and whole battalions disappearing, one after another, in the destructive fire, affected not their steady courage. The ranks closed up as before, and each, treading over his fallen comrade, pressed firmly on. The horse which Ney rode fell under him, and he had scarcely mounted another, before it also sank to the earth. Again and again did that unflinching man feel his steed sink down, till five had been shot under him. Then, with his uniform riddled with bullets, and his face singed and blackened with powder, he marched on foot, with drawn sabre, at the head of his
In vain did the artillery hurl its storm of fire and lead into that living mass ; up to the very muzzles they pressed, and, driving the artillerymen from their places, pushed on through the English lines. But at that moment a file of soldiers, who had lain flat on the ground behind a low ridge of earth, suddenly rose, and poured a volley into their very faces. Another and another followed, till one broad sheet of flame rolled on their bosoms, and in such a fierce and unexpected flow,
that human courage could not withstand it. They reeled, shook, staggered back, then turned and fled.
The fate of Napoleon was writ. The star that had blazed so brightly over the world went down in blood; and the Bravest of the Brave had fought his last battle.
T. J. HEADLEY.
BE A WOMAN.
OF T I've heard a gentle mother,
As the twilight hours began,
Urging him to be a man;
Though with love's words quite as ready,
"Strive, my dear, to be a lady."
What's a lady? Is it something
Made of hoops and silks and airs,
Like the fancy mats and chairs ?
Every feeling that is human?
'T is not this to be a woman.
Mother, then, unto your daughter
Speak of something higher far
Woman is the brightest star.
If you in your strong affection
Urge your son' to be a true man, Urge your daughter no less strongly
To arise and be a woman.
Yes, a woman-brightest model
Of that high and perfect beauty Where the mind and soul and body
Blend to work out life's great duty. Be a woman! naught is higher
On the gilded list of fame; On the catalogue of virtue
There's no brighter, holier name.
Be a woman! on to duty !
Raise the world from all that's low; Place high in the social heaven
Virtue's fair and radiant bow;
That shall raise our nature human;
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The nobler Helens of humbler TroysAs they stripped the husks with rustling fold From eight-rowed corn as yellow as gold,
By the candle-light, in pumpkin bowls, And the gleams that showed fantastic holes In the quaint old lantern's tattooed tin, From the hermit glim set up within ;
By the rarer light in girlish eyes
The cedar cakes with the ancient twist,
The boys and girls in a double row
In shirt of check, and tallowed hair,
On the brink of Father Nile.
And thinks it a weary while. All ready! Now he gives the call, — Cries, “Honor to the ladies !” All The jolly tides of laughter fall
And ebb in a happy smile.
“ Begin.” Do-w-n comes the bow on every string. “First couple join hands and swing !" As light as any blue-bird's wing
“Swing once and a half times round”-
Dance all to the dancing sound.
And his heart turns over once!
Alas, for the awkward dance ! “ Your stoga boot has crushed my toe!
I'd rather dance with one-legged Joe!
And the first pair dance apart.
And the Money Musk by heart !
And have brought their roses out!
They bring the dance about.