Yet, we are Romans. To see them live, torn from your arms, distained, 38. THE PATRIOT'S PASS-WORD.-James Montgomery The noble voluntary death of the Switzer, Winkelried, is accurately described in the follow Ing verses. In the battle of Shempach, in the fourteenth century, this martyr-patriot, perceiv ing that there was no other means of breaking the heavy-armed lines of the Austrians than by gathering as many of their spears as he could grasp together, opened, by this means, a passage for his fellow-combatants, who, with hammers and hatchets, hewed down the mailed men-at-arms, and won the victory. "MAKE way for liberty!" he cried,- Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke Marshalled once more at Freedom's call, They came to conquer or to fall. And now the work of life and death Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, There sounds not to the trump of Fame Unmarked, he stood amid the throng, Till you might see, with sudden grace, Tell where the bolt would strike, and how. But 't was no sooner thought than done, Swift to the breach his comrades fly, - And through the Austrian phalanx dart, Rout, ruin, panic, seized them all. Thus Switzerland again was free 87. RICHARD TO THE PRINCES OF THE CRUSADE.-Sir Walter Scott. B 1771, # 1832 AND is it even so? And are our brethren at such pains to note the infirmities of our natural temper, and the rough precipitance of our zeal, which may have sometimes urged us to issue commands when there was little time to hold council? I could not have thought that offences, casual and unpremeditated, like mine, could find such deep root in the hearts of my allies in this most holy cause, that, for my sake, they should withdraw their hand from the plough when the furrow was near the end; for my sake, turn aside from the direct path to Jerusalem, which their swords have opened. I vainly thought that my small services might have outweighed my rash errors; that, if it were remembered that I pressed to the van in an assault, it would not be forgotten that I was ever the last in the retreat; that, if I elevated my banner upon conquered fields of battle, it was all the advantage I sought, while others were dividing the spoil. I may have called the conquered city by my name, but it was to others that I yielded the dominion. If I have been headstrong in urging bold counsels, I have not, methinks, spared my own blood, or my people's, in carrying them into as bold execution; or, if I have, in the hurry of march or battle, assumed a command over the soldiers of others, such have ever been treated as my own, when my wealth purchased the provisions and medicines which their own sovereigns could not procure. But it shames me to remind you of what all but myself seem to have forgotten. Let us rather look forward to our future measures; and, believe me, brethren, you shall not find the pride, or the wrath, or the ambition of Richard, a stumbling-block of offence in the path to 'which religion and glory summon you, as with the trumpet of an archangel! O, no, no! never would I survive the thought that my frailties and infirmities had been the means to sever this goodly fellowship of assembled princes. I would cut off my left hand with my right, could my doing so attest my sincerity. I will yield up, voluntarily, all right to command in the host even mine own liege subjects. They shall be led by such sovereigns as you may nominate; and their King, ever but too apt to exchange the leader's baton for the adventurer's lance, will serve under the banner of Beauseant among the Templars, -ay, or under that of Austria, if Austria will name a brave man to lead his forces. Or, if ye are yourselves a-weary of this war, and feel your armor chafe your tender bodies, leave but with Richard some ten or fifteen thousand of your soldiers to work out the accomplishment of your vow; and, when Zion is won, when Zion is won, we will write upon her gates, not the name of Richard Plantagenet, but of those generous Princes who intrusted him with the means of conquest! 38 THE EARL OF RICHMOND TO HIS ARMY.-Shakspeare. The leisure and enforcement of the time Richard except, those whom we fight against One raised in blood, and one in blood established; Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; 39. HENRY V. TO HIS SOLDIERS.-Shakspeare. WHAT'S he that wishes for more men from England? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; If we are marked to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honor. I pray thee do not wish for one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous of gold; I am the most offending soul alive. desires: No, 'faith, my Lord, wish not a man from England: As only one man more would share from me, For the best ope I have. O do not wish one more Rather, proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, This day is called the feast of Crispian And say Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars. But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Shall think themselves accursed they were not here; 40. THE BATTLE OF IVRY.-T. B. Macaulay. Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, |