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It was here that the French cavalry charged, and cut to pieces the English squares.
· Narrative of a French Tourist.
Ay, here such valorous deeds were done
As ne'er were done before ;
That ever Gallia wore :
Made all the Pagans dance,
As Waterloo's on France.
Flags fluttered on the gale;
As fast as summer hail :
The sabres flashed; with rage and fear
The steeds began to prance ; The English quaked from front to rear,
They never quake in France !
As fierce as wolves and bears;
Among the English squares ! And then the Polish lancer came,
Careering with his lance;No wonder Britain blushed for shame,
And ran away from France.
IV. The Duke of York was killed that day
The King was sadly scarred ;-
Was taken by the Guard.
Escaped by some strange chance ; Henceforth, I think he 'll hardly choose
To shew himself in France.
So Buonaparte pitched his tent
That day in Grovesnor Place;
And broke the Speaker's mace.
“ Vive L'Empereur,” was said and sung,
From Peebles to Penzance ;
Which made folks laugh in France.
They pulled the Tower of London down;
They burned our wooden walls ;
And lodged him in St. Paul's.
Awaking from a trance ;
“O mercy! we're in France !”
They sent a Regent to our Isle,
The little King of Rome;
Blazed in the Place Vendome.
They're making great advance; They've had strong beer from that glad hour,
And sea-coal fires in France.
VIII. My uncle, Captain Flanigan,
Who lost a leg in Spain, Tells stories of a little man,
Who died at St. Helene.
But bless my heart! they can't be true,
I'm sure they ’re all romance ; John Bull was beat at Waterloo -
They'll swear to that in France !
A robe of sunlight hung o'er all thy bowers,
THE PALACE OF THE RAJAH
BY J. A. ST. JOHN.
I am more excellent than he : thou hast created me of fire, and hast created him of clay.
Speech of Eblis, in the Koran.
IN crossing the desert of Ajmere, in the autumn of 1817, in company with Lieutenant Murray of the 51st regiment, N. I., whose early death caused such universal grief in the army of India, we one evening encamped on the southern shore of the salt lake, which lies between Sirr and Khomanoh. The night was cold, and the morning which succeeded it still colder. Nevertheless, the Lieutenant was stirring with the dawn, and being of an active and curious disposition, had roused me from my morning slumbers, and prevailed on me to sally forth with him to explore the nature of the surrounding country, before the sun was actually above the horizon. Turning our back upon our little encampment, we