Ah, blessed vision! blood of God! When on my goodly charger borne And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb the height; A maiden knight to me is given I muse on you that will not cease, Whose odors haunt my dreams; This mortal armor that I wear, This weight and size, this heart and eyes, The clouds are broken in the sky, Swells up, and shakes and falls. So pass I hostel, hall, and grange; By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-armed I ride, whate'er betide, Until I find the Holy Grail. BOADICEA. WILLIAM Cowper. -WHEN the British warrior queen, Sage beneath a spreading oak Princess, if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish-write that word Rome, for empire far renowned, Other Romans shall arise Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Cæsar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway; Where his eagles never flew Such the bard's prophetic words, She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow: Rushed to battle, fought and died; Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you. THE WATCH ON THE RHINE. MAX SCHNECKENBURGER. TRANSLATION BY G. F. DUNNING. A VOICE resounds like thunder-peal, They stand, a hundred thousand strong, Dear Fatherland! No danger thine: And though in death our hopes decay, Dear. Fatherland! No danger thine: Firm stand thy sons to watch the Rhine. From yon blue sky are bending now "As long as German hearts are free Firm stand thy sons to watch the Rhine. "While flows one drop of German blood, No foe shall tread thy sacred strand." Our oath resounds; the river flows; THE PRUSSIAN ARMISTICE. LEON GAMBETTA. EXTRACTS. TRANSLATION ANONYMOUS. CITIZENS,- The foreigner is about to inflict on France the most cruel injury which it has been given him to attempt during this cursed war, a punishment unmeasurably beyond the errors and weaknesses of a great people. Paris, impregnable to force, vanquished by |