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Thronged thoroughfares, full warehouses, rich shops,
The booted traveller reins his steed, and stops
Each with its badge, marched by, while belfry-tops
Shook with their chimes. Here, reared on massive props, Pillared and arched, to just proportion true, Bulwark of freedom! rose the stately halls
Of audience, council-chambers, courts of law, Where native genius, taught by her own light,
Grouped her creations. On those smouldering walls The old cathedral struck the mind with awe
There Luther's Column marked a century's flight.
THE SAME AFTER.
Are smeared with gore; the dead are all you meet,
Save dogs that lap the puddle of the street, Warm human blood! and mumble human bones! Anon, come on the ear the feeble groans
Of some poor lingering wretch! The eye to greet
Promiscuously are scattered-heads, arms, feet,
Almost excludes the light; the putrid air
To ashes ; but those ashes cannot soak The blood of thirty thousand butchered there
« Butchered to make a Roman holiday !"
THE BATTLE OF LEIPZIG. 'Tis sunrise in September. Hark! the boom
Of the League's cannon. « On! my own true Swedes
And if your valour such incentive needs, Think of the wolves that wrought the bloody doom Of Magdeburg." High waves the eagle plume
Of Sweden's king, amid the rush of steeds
Flashes his sword. On! valiant hearts! he leads
It was a grave digger's, where cross and bones
'Tis rout and ruin ; mixed with a few groans, He faltered forth, “I've felt as if God's ban
Was on my soul to-day"__thus Tilly died !!
X. RICHELIEU DISCLOSES HIS THOUGHTS TO FATHER JOSEPH. “By our Lady, Father Joseph, 'tis not well
This Swedish bravo should make havoc thus
Of half our creed_he'll show his teeth at us Ere long. What if our heretics rebel ?
A thing has happened; how their fight would swell
His rank and file. When minus becomes plus
'Tis time to change relations, and discuss
Of policy: supply Bavaria's king
Or Wallenstein's fury; with a raven's croaks
Of all, meek pilgrim, in thy friar's frock!"
THE EMPEROR SOLICITS WALLENSTEIN TO RESUME THE COMMAND.
To Zsnain there's nought but hurrying to and fro.
Proud man! these courtiers wait on you, and go
To be his subject's subject. “ There will flow
From private life, at least, no second blow
In danger's hour to fawn upon the man
Dismissal and contempt the debt repay-
For a better recompense to live and die."
WALLENSTEIN MARCHES TO BLOCKADE NUREMBURG.
On, Wallenstein-roll on the deafening din
Of war wide-wasting; for thy cannon's wheel
Snatch from the plough its team, their scanty meal
Still unatoned for; and he soon shall feel
What private bate, making the common weal
His faithful Swedes; the citizen, with joy,
We'll share with him.” Outside, the foe endures
The other; but such warfare soon tires both.
BOTH ARMIES BREAK OFF.
On, on! ye rival hosts--all Europe's eyes
Expect the issue. Here two chiefs are met
That never knew defeat-both equal yet,
* The King of Bavaria was a principal agent in constraining the Emperor to dismiss Wallenstein from his first command.
The other, who can paint—what wing can rise
High as his thoughts—what plummet bottom get
In that dark soul?-a midnight black as jet,
Of the age ye live in—both ordained to live
That man receives, who works by sword or pen,
A warning, if weak man could read aright.
BATTLE OF LUTZEN-VIEW IN THE BEGINNING.
The high road parts both armies. Wallenstein,
'Ere dawn, had planted it with musqueteers
And cannon. The fog 's thick, but, as it clears,
By trench and fire: regiment to regiment cheers,
« Brave Upland, Smaland, Finland, cross the spears Of these skirmishers with your bayonets.” Ha! again The enemy reels- the cannon 's taken. Lightnings flash
From Wallenstein's eye-himself 's already there.
Their flank. All cowards infamy shall lash
His life, or doubt the event, where Wallenstein leads ?"
SAME, AT A MORE ADVANCED PERIOD.
“Sire, the left wing is driven across the road,
The batteries are retaken." This ill news
O'ertakes the King on the right, as he pursues
" Regiment of Steinbock, it is thou I choose
For escort. See! our brothers yonder lose
He's at the post of danger; with a cheer
“Yon 's no mean trooper_let thy aim be nice,"
“The King 's struck !" through the ranks, soul-harrowing, flies.
DEATH OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS.
“ Brother, we'll take a circuit to the right,
This bleeding arm I wish not to be seen
The sight disheartens.” He thus called had been
* A gefreyter with the Imperialists held a rank similar to that of a corporal in our ariny,
And changed religions-changed again, to plight
Twice-broken faith to other colours--seen
So often false, what he this day did mean
At a quick gallop, Lauenburg behind,
To the Swedes, revealing what their fears forecast;
And round his corpse a murderous conflict grew.
CONCLUSION OF THE BATTLE. 5. Who cares for life when Sweden's sun is set ?
Our glory is departed: we live now
Only for vengeance !” Thus the Swedes avow Despair and desperation. With cheeks wet With tears they charge. How could such charge be met
By serfs and hirelings? But behold! the brow
Of Wallenstein brightens. Pappenheim's troopers bow O'er outstretched necks, o'er clattering hoofs that threat The ear, ere seen. But seel as on they come,
A hedge of pikes starts up. They cannot shake That serried mass, to all impressions numb
As adamant, that to no odds will yield: All's carnage-quarter neither give nor take.
At length night falls, and both, defiant, quit the field.
MOURNING AT WEISSENFELLS.
Enough for rage-enough's for vengeance done :
Grief now must claim its own. Around a bier
Grim warriors weep o'er all their hearts hold dearWeep o'er that form their swords from outrage won, 'Mid heaps of slain. All now beneath the sun
Indifferent to them. But soon draws near
Another mourner, to which these appear
Pale, but revealing such a depth of love
Eleonora, for the last time, feeds That grief an angel soon will sooth above,
On what lies there pale, silent, cold, and still !
Two sanguine strokes. A soldier from his choice,
War was his element his eye, his voice, And those two sanguine strokes, marked out from its dawn A mind congenial to those scenes where yawn
Flames and convulsions. Oft did he rejoice
To lead the hope forlorn, the first to hoise His flag upon the ramparts. Though to fawn
On princes he disdained, in faith firm-set,
He deemed Heaven served by all the blood he spill'd.
Had almost reached him, when his death-blow met
The Catholic's foe,” he gasped, “ I die in peace !"
All counsels, bent all wills, and awed all minds.
One hangs aloof, or one a leader finds
Of a great fame and will that bends and binds
All others to itself, amid mankind's
Of few besides by moral strength made strong.
In a poor noble-poor, though charged with much.
Was Sweden's Chancellor, Oxenstiern.
DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN.
The few friends left to that still towering man,
Great, though so fallen ! marked out for death, outran
That whispers, “ Thou'rt a traitor.” He would scan
The heavens, and soon with Seni* he began
Your destiny turn pale: a cloud appears
Another hour! and crash! the door falls in.
'Twas thus from him his soul indignant fled !
Saxe Weimar is no more.” “Your Eminence,"
Replied the Capuchin softly, “ may dispense
None raise the feelings to a livelier sense
Of valour never backward in defence
O Bernard, early-lost and long-deplored!
“My niece is worth a duchy.” “All would fail,”
To reconcile me to your stolen fruit."
Seni was the name of the astrologer to whose skill in the "occult science" Wallenstein so much trusted.