* 71 * HOHENLINDEN.1 ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,3 Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Far flashed the red artillery. 1 This battle, which was witnessed by the poet, was fought December 2, 1800, between the Austrians under Archduke John, and the French under Moreau, in a forest near Munich. Hohenlinden means Iligh Limetrees. 2 Iser (pronounced e'zer), a river on which Munich is situated. 3 arrayed, drawn up in order, ready for battle. 4 charger, war-horse. 5 revelry, the noise and tumult of battle; commonly, loose and noisy festivity. 6 than the thunder. artillery, cannon. But redder yet that light shall glow but scarce yon level sun 'Tis morn; The combat deepens. On, ye Brave Few, few shall part where many meet! Shall be a soldier's sepulchre." 1 dun, black, gloomy. 2 Frank, Frenchman; Hun, Austrian. T. CAMPBELL. 8 sulphurous canopy, overhanging smoke from guns. 4 Munich (pronounced mu'nik). 5 chivalry, cavalry or horsemen. 6 sepulchre, grave. * 72 * A TRAGIC STORY. THERE lived a sage in days of yore, He mused upon this curious case, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, "The mystery I've found! I'll turn me round." He turned him round; But still it hung behind him. Then round and round, and out and in, The pigtail hung behind him. And right and left, and round about, And though his efforts never slack, The pigtail hangs behind him. W. M. THACKERAY (From the German of CHAMISSO). * 73 * THE CAMEL'S NOSE. ONCE in his shop a workman wrought, With languid head and listless thought, When, through the open window's space, Behold, a camel thrust his face! 66 66 'My nose is cold," he meekly cried; Oh, let me warm it by thy side!" Since no denial word was said, In came the nose, in came the head: Aghast the owner gazed around, O youthful hearts to gladness born, Lend neither ear, nor glance, nor smile; MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. * 77 THE HEAVENS DECLARE GOD'S GLORY. THE spacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, While all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all 1 ethereal, heavenly. 2 terrestrial, earthly. |