There, where death's brief pang was quickest,
And the battle's wreck lay thickest,
Strew'd beneath the advancing banner
Of the eagle's burning crest—
(There with thunder-clouds to fan her,
Who could then her wing arrest-
Victory beaming from her breast?)
While the broken line enlarging
Fell, or fled along the plain;
There be sure was MURAT charging!
There he ne'er shall charge again!

IV.

O'er glories gone the invaders march,
Weeps Triumph o'er each levell'd arch-
But let Freedom rejoice,

With her heart in her voice;

But, her hand on her sword,

Doubly shall she be adored;"

France hath twice too well been taught
The moral lesson" dearly bought—
Her Safety sits not on a throne,
With CAPET or NAPOLEON!

But in equal rights and laws,

Hearts and hands in one great cause—

[FROM THE FREnch.]

"All wept, but particularly Savary, and a Polish officer who had been exalted from the ranks by Bonaparte. He clung to his master's knees; wrote a letter to Lord Keith, entreating permission to accompany him, even in the most menial capacity, which could not be admitted."

1.

MUST thou go, my glorious Chief,
Sever'd from thy faithful few?
Who can tell thy warrior's grief,
Maddening o'er that long adieu?
Woman's love, and friendship's zeal,
Dear as both have been to me-
What are they to all I feel,

With a soldier's faith for thee?

2.

Idol of the soldier's soul!

First in fight, but mightiest now:

Many could a world control;

Thee alone no doom can bow.

5.

My chief, my king, my friend, adieu!
Never did I droop before;
Never to my sovereign sue,

As his foes I now implore:
All I ask is to divide

Every peril he must brave; Sharing by the hero's side

His fall, his exile, and his grave.

ON THE STAR OF "THE LEGION OF

HONOUR."

[FROM THE FRENCH.]

1.

STAR of the brave!-whose beam hath shed

Such glory o'er the quick and dead

Thou radiant and adored deceit !

Which millions rush'd in arms to greet,

Wild meteor of immortal birth!

Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth?