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Military Supremacy Dangerous to
King Harold's Speech to his Army
Before the Battle of Hastings, Sir E. Bulwer Lytton
The Romance of the Swan's Nest, Mrs. Browning
Three Leaves from a Boy's Diary, Sue Gregory
The Twenty-Second of February, Bryant
The Head and the Heart, .
. J. G. Saxe.
DIALOGUES, TABLEAUX, ETC.
The Artist's Dream, .
Columbus Before Ferdinand and Isabella,
A Pleasant Acquaintance,
The Stolen Bird's Nest,
Incompatibility: A Charade, Ella H. Clement .
THE ELOCUTIONIST'S ANNUAL.
THE VICTOR OF MARENGO.
APOLEON was sitting in his tent; before him lay
a map of Italy. He took four pins and stuck them up; measured, moved the pins, and measured again. “Now," said he, “that is right; I will capture him there !” “Who, sir ?” said an officer. “Milas, the old fox of Austria. He will retire from Genoa, pass Turin, and fall back on Alexandria. I shall cross the Po, meet him on the plains of Laconia, and conquer him there," and the finger of the child of destiny pointed to Marengo.
Two months later the memorable campaign of 1800 began. The 20th of May saw Napoleon on the heights of St. Bernard. The 22d, Larmes, with the army of Genoa, held Padua. So far, all had been well with Napoleon. He had compelled the Austrians to take the position he desired ; reduced the army from one hundred and twenty thousand to forty thousand men; dispatched Murat to the right, and June 14th moved forward to consummate his masterly plan.
But God threatened to overthrow his scheme! A little rain had fallen in the Alps, and the Po could not be crossed in time. The battle was begun. Milas, pushed to the wall, resolved to cut his way out; and Napoleon
reached the field to see Larmes beaten-Champeaux dead-Desaix still charging old Milas, with his Austrian phalanx at Marengo, till the consular guard gave way, and the well-planned victory was a terrible defeat. Just as the day was lost, Desaix, the boy General, sweeping across the field at the head of his cavalry, halted on the eminence where stood Napoleon. There was in the corps a drummer-boy, a gamin whom Desaix had picked up in the streets of Paris. He had followed the victorious eagle of France in the campaigns of Egypt and Germany. As the columns halted, Napoleon shouted to him :-“ Beat a retreat!” The boy did not stir. "Gamin, beat a retreat!” The boy stopped, grasped his drum-sticks, and said: "Sir, I do not know how to beat a retreat; Desaix never taught me that; but I can beat a charge, -Oh! I can beat a charge that will make the dead fall into line. I beat that charge at the Pyramid : I beat that charge at Mount Tabor: I beat it again at the bridge of Lodi. May I beat it here?” Napoleon turned to Desaix, and said: “We are beaten; what shall we do ?” “ Do? Beat them! It is only three o'clock, and there is time enough to win a victory yet. Up! the charge ! beat the old charge of Mount Tabor and Lodi!” A moment later the corps, following the sword-gleam of Desaix, and keeping step with the furious roll of the gamin's drum, swept down on the host of Austrians. They drove the first line back on the second—both on the third, and there they died. Desaix fell at the first volley, but the line never faltered, and as the smoke cleared away the gamin was seen in front of his line marching right on, and still beating the furious charge. Over the dead and wounded, over breastworks and fallen foe, over cannon
belching forth their fire of death, he led the way to vic-
THE LADY JUDITH'S VISION.
T was a Christmas morning, the bells tolled loud and
Within her curtained chamber, the Lady Judith heard,
She sees the Son and mother, she hears the joyful bells,
the winter's snows
“ And what to me are Christmas bells, when I no more
The voice that all my music made, fall on my longing
Then sudden silence filled the room, a silence so pro
found, My Lady, awe-struck, raised her head and wondering,
No more four walls confined her gaze; before her, far
and wide, She saw a beauteous valley spread, with hills on either
side. Amid the verdant grasses
ar streams of water strayed, And trees, with sweet fruits laden, a pleasant shadow
Fair temples crowned the lovely slopes, bright flowers
bloomed everywhere, And birds with brilliant plumage with music filled the
air; But now among the flowers and underneath the trees And floating in the crystal floods, what is't my Lady sees? Can they be earthly children? or are they angels bright, Those happy little creatures, all robed in spotless white?
And now the childish voices in sweetest singing blend, “ All hail! all hail!" they joyful cry, "He comes, the
children's Friend," And walking in the valley, she sees a noble form; The happy children leave their play and round about