episodes, must be set down to Tchudi's account, or to the taste of his age.

The military antiquary will derive some amusement from the minute particulars which the martial poet has recorded. The mode in which the Austrian men-atarms received the charge of the Swiss, was by forming a phalanx, which they defended with their long lances The gallant Winkelreid, who sacrificed his own life by rushing among the spears, clasping in his arms as many as he could grasp, and thus opening a gap in those iron battalions, is celebrated in Swiss history. When fairly mingled together, the unwieldy length of their weapons, and cumbrous weight of their defensive armour, rendered the Austrian men-at-arms a very unequal match for the light-armed mountaineers. The victories obtained by the Swiss over the German chivalry, hitherto deemed as formidable on foot as on horseback, led to important changes in the art of war. The poet describes the Austrian knights and squires as cutting the peaks from their boots cre they could act upon foot, in allusion to an inconvenient piece of foppery, often mentioned in the middle ages. Leopold III., Archduke of Austria, called "The handsome man-atarms," was slain in the battle of Sempach, with the flower of his chivalry.

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THE BATTLE OF SEMPACH.'

'Twas when among our linden-trees
The bees had housed in swarms,
(And grey-hair'd peasants say that these
Betoken foreign arms,)

Then look'd we down to Willisow,
The land was all in flame;
We knew the Archduke Leopold
With all his army came.

The Austrian nobles made their vow,
So hot their heart and bold,
"On Switzer carles we'll trample now,
And slay both young and old."

With clarion loud, and banner proud,
From Zurich on the lake,

In martial pomp and fair array,
Their onward march they make.

"Now list, ye lowland nobles all-
Ye seek the mountain strand,
Nor wot ye what shall be your
In such a dangerous land.

lot

'This translation first appeared in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine for February 1818.-ED.

"I rede

ye, shrive ye of
Before ye farther go;

A skirmish in Helvetian hills
May send your souls to woe."-

your sins,

"But where now shall we find a priest
Our shrift that he may hear?"-
"The Switzer priest' has ta'en the field,
He deals a penance drear.

"Right heavily upon your head
He'll lay his hand of steel;
And with his trusty partisan
Your absolution deal."

'Twas on a Monday morning then,
The corn was steep'd in dew,
And merry maids had sickles ta'en,
When the host to Sempach drew.
The stalwart men of fair Lucerne
Together have they join'd;

The pith and core of manhood stern,
Was none cast looks behind.

It was the Lord of Hare-castle,
And to the Duke he said,
"Yon little band of brethren true
Will meet us undismay'd."-

"O Harc-castle,' thou heart of hare!"
Fierce Oxenstern replied.—

'All the Swiss clergy who were able to bear arms fought in this patriotic war.

In the original, Haasenstein, or Hare-stone.

"Shalt see then how the game will fare,"
The taunted knight replied.

There was lacing then of helmets bright,
And closing ranks amain;

The peaks they hew'd from their boot-points
Might well-nigh load a wain.'

And thus they to each other said,
"Yon handful down to hew
Will be no boastful tale to tell,
The peasants are so few."-

The gallant Swiss Confederates there
They pray'd to God aloud,

And he display'd his rainbow fair
Against a swarthy cloud.

Then heart and pulse throbb'd more and more
With courage firm and high,

And down the good Confed'rates bore
On the Austrian chivalry.

The Austrian Lion' 'gan to growl,
And toss his main and tail;

And ball, and shaft, and crossbow bolt,
Went whistling forth like hail.

'This seems to allude to the preposterous fashion, during the middle ages, of wearing boots with the points or peaks turned upwards, and so long, that in some cases they were fastened to the knees of the wearer with small chains. When they alighted to fight upon foot, it would seem that the Austrian gentlemen found it necessary to cut off these peaks, that they might move with the necessary activity.

"A pun on the Archduke's name, Leopold.

Lance, pike, and halbert, mingled there,

The game was nothing sweet ; The boughs of many a stately tree Lay shiver'd at their feet.

The Austrian men-at-arms stood fast,
So close their spears they laid;
It chafed the gallant Winkelreid,
Who to his comrades said-

"I have a virtuous wife at home,
A wife and infant son;

I leave them to my country's care,-
This field shall soon be won.

"These nobles lay their spears right thick, And keep full firm array,

Yet shall my charge their order break,
And make my brethren way."

He rush'd against the Austrian band,
In desperate career,

And with his body, breast, and hand,
Bore down cach hostile spear.

Four lances splinter'd on his crest,
Six shiver'd in his side;

Still on the serried files he press'd-
He broke their ranks, and died.

This patriot's self-devoted deed

First tamed the Lion's mood, And the four forest cantons freed From thraldom by his blood.