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Then he will strip his sleeve and show his scars. ——
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispian, Crispian, ne'er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered!

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers!

SHAKSPEARE.

NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD.

"The bones of her sons, falling in the great struggle for independence, now le mingled with the soil of every state, from New England to Georgia; and there they will remain forever.". WEBSTER.

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NEW ENGLAND's dead! - New England's dead!
On every hill they lie;

On every field of strife, made red

By bloody victory.

Each valley, where the battle poured

Its red and awful tide,

Beheld the brave New England sword,
With slaughter deeply dyed.
Their bones are on the northern hill,
And on the southern plain,
By brook and river, lake and rill,

And by the roaring main.

The land is holy where they fought,
And holy where they fell;

For by their blood that land was bought,

The land they loved so well.

Then glory to that valiant band,

The honored saviors of the land!

They left the plowshare in the mold,
Their flocks and herds without a fold,
The sickle in the unshorn grain,
The corn, half-garnered on the plain,
And mustered in their simple dress,
For wrongs to seek a stern redress;

To right those wrongs, come weal, come woe —
To perish or o'ercome the foe.

Oh, few and weak their numbers were —
A handful of brave men;

But to their God they gave their prayer,
And rushed to battle then.
The God of battles heard their cry,
And sent to them the victory.

M'LELLAN

DARKNESS

I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander, darkling, in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

Swung blind, and blackening, in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went and came, and brought no day;
And men forgot their passions, in the dread

Of this their desolation; and all hearts

Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light.

Some lay down,

And hid their eyes, and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenchéd hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed

Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up,
With mad disquietude, on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again,
With curses, cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth, and howled.

The wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings: the wildest brutes
Came tame, and tremulous; and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless they were slain for food.
The meager by the meager were devoured ;
Even dogs assailed their masters

all save one,

And he was faithful to a corse, and kept

The birds, and beasts, and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But, with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress he died.

The crowd was famished by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,

And they were enemies; they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place,

Where had been heaped a mass of holy things,

For an unholy usage: they raked up,

And, shivering, scraped, with their cold skeleton hands,
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath

Blew for a little life, and made a flame,
Which was a mockery: then they lifted
Their eyes, as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects: saw, and shrieked, and died,
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written fiend. The world was void;
The populous and the powerful was a lump-
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless :
A lump of death a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean, all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths
Ships, sailorless, lay rotting on the sea,

grave;

And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped,
They slept, on the abyss, without a surge:
The waves were dead; the tides were in their
The moon, their mistress, had expired before ;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perished: darkness had no need
Of aid from them; she was the universe.

BYROK

THE GLADIATOR.

THEY led a lion from his den,

The lord of Afric's sun-scorched plain :
And there he stood, stern foe of men,

And shook his flowing mane.

There's not of all Rome's heroes, ten

That dare abide this game.

His bright eye nought of lightning lacked;

His voice was like the cataract.

They brought a dark-haired man along,

Whose limbs with gyves of brass were bound:

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