To the right, to the left, and around and around, VI. The dead men lie bathed in the weltering blood, Ho! comrades !-yon volley!-look sharp to the rear !- Sleep soft! where death thickest descendeth in rain, The friend thou forsakest thy side shall regain !" In the life to come that we meet once more! VII. Hark to the hoofs that galloping go! The adjutants flying The horsemen press hard on the panting foe, Their thunder booms in dying Victory! The terror has seized on the dastards all, And their colors fall! Victory! Closed in the brunt of the glorious fight, And the day, like a conqueror, burst on the night. Trumpet and fife swelling choral aiong, The triumph already sweeps marching in song. There's another in which we shall meet you once more! SCHILLER 30. BEFORE VICKSBURG. ["HEAD-QUARTERS 15TH ARMY CORPS, "CAMP ON BIG BLACK RIVER, August 8, 1863. "To the Hon. Secretary of War : "SIR:-I take the liberty of asking through you that something be done for a lad named Orion P. Howe, of Waukegan, Illinois, who belongs to the 55th Illinois, but at present at home wounded. I think he is too young for West Point, but would be the very thing for a midshipman. “When the assault at Vicksburg was at its height, on the 19th of May, and I was in front near the road, which formed my line of attack, this young lad came up to me, wounded and bleeding, with a good, healthy boy's cry, 'General Sherman, send some cartridges to Colonel Malmborg: the men are nearly all out.' 'What is the matter, my boy? They shot me in the leg, sir; but I can go to the hospital. Send the cartridges right away.' Even where we stood the shot fell thick, and I told him to go to the rear at once, I would attend to the cartridges; and off he limped. Just before he disap peared on the hill, he turned, and called, as loud as he could, Calibre 54.' have not seen the lad since, and his colonel (Malmborg), on inquiry, gives me the address as above, and says he is a bright, intelligent boy, with a fair pre liminary education. "What arrested my attention then was-and what renewed my memor of the fact now is that one so young, carrying a musket-ball through hi leg, should have found his way to me on that fatal spot, and delivered hi message, not forgetting the very important part, even, of the calibre of hi musket,-54,-which, you know, is an unusual one. "I'll warrant that the boy has in him the elements of a man, and I com mend him to the Government as one worthy the fostering care of some one of its national institutions. "I am, with respect, your obedient servant, W “W. T. SHERMAN, Major-General Commandin,."] HILE Sherman stood beneath the hottest fire, The merest child, the youngest face 2. Stifling his tears, he limped his chief to meet; Around the circle of his little feet There spread a pool of bright, young blood. Sherman cried, "Halt! front face! Who are you? Speak, my gallant boy!" 3. "Are you not hit?" "That's nothing. Only send And the foe press us." "But, my little friend-" O, for the love of Heaven, Send to my Colonel, General dear!" "But you?" "O, I shall easily find the rear." 4. "I'll see to that," cried Sherman; and a drop, As the boy, toiling towards the hill's hard top, We'll win the battle yet! But let our soldiers have some more, 31. THE ALARM-APRIL 19, 1776. DARKNESS closed upon the country and upon the town, but it was no night for sleep. Heralds on swift relays. of horses transmitted the war-message from hand to hand, till village repeated it to village; the sea to the backwoods; the plains to the highlands; and it was never suffered to droop, till it had been borne North, and South, and East, and West, throughout the land. 2. It spread over the bays that receive the Saco and the Penobscot. Its loud reveille broke the rest of the trappers of New Hampshire, and ringing like bugle-notes from peak o peak, overleapt the Green Mountains, swept onward to Montreal, and descended the ocean river, till the responses were echoed from the cliffs of Quebec. The hills along the Hudson told to one another the tale. 3. As the summons hurried to the South, it was one day at New York; in one more at Philadelphia; the next it lighted a watch-fire at Baltimore; thence it waked an answer at Annapolis. Crossing the Potomac near Mount Vernon, it was sent forward without a halt to Williamsburg. It traversed the Dismal Swamp to Nansemond, along the route of the first emigrants to North Carolina. 4. It moved onwards and still onwards through boundless groves of evergreen to Newbern and to Wilmington. "For God's sake, forward it by night and by day," wrote Cornelius Harnett, by the express which sped for Brunswick. Patriots of South Carolina caught up its tones at the border and dispatched it to Charleston, and through pines and palmettos and moss-clad live oaks, further to the South, till it resounded among the New England settlements beyond the Savannah 5. Hillsborough and the Mecklenburg district of North Carolina rose in triumph, now that their wearisome uncertainty had its end. The Blue Ridge took up the voice and made it heard from one end to the other of the valley of Vir ginia. The Alleghanies, as they listened, opened their barriers that the "loud call" might pass through to the hardy riflemen on the Holston, the Watauga and the French Broad. 6. Ever renewing its strength, powerful enough even to create a commonwealth, it breathed its inspiring word to the first settlers of Kentucky; so that the hunters who made their halt in the matchless valley of Elkhorn commemorated the nineteenth day of April, by naming their encampment LEXINGTON. 7. With one impulse the colonies sprung to arms; with one spirit they pledged themselves to each other "to be ready for the extreme event;" with one heart the continent cried "Liberty or death !" BANCROFT. 32. PAUL REVERE'S RIDE. LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five: Who remembers that famous day and year. 2. He said to his friend,-"If the British march 3. Then he said good-night, and with muffled oar Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war : A phantom ship, with each mast and spar And a huge, black hulk, that was magnified 4. Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street |