"Taking up his comrade-flag and all-he lifted him on his back and

the brave deed, screamed out to his men, "Halt!" Every man of the troop reined. in his horse, and sat looking at the gallant Highlander; and as the brave fellow made off with the colours, they shouted out after him in French, "Bravo, Scot!"

11. At the same battle the Duke had an aidede-camp, or attendant officer, of the name of Harvey Bathurst. The officer had had his right arm cut off, and wore an empty sleeve looped to the breast of his military jacket. Having an urgent message to send to a distant part of the field, the Duke ordered his aide-decamp to carry it the shortest way, which lay across an open space very close to a regiment of the enemy's cavalry.

12. He instantly obeyed, and putting spurs to his horse galloped off to fulfil his errand, but before he had got two-thirds of the way he had to go, a French horseman dashed out of the ranks and rode straight at Bathurst, his drawn sabre flashing above his head, to cut down the daring messenger.

13. Bathurst's sword was in his scabbard by his side, but the arm that used to wield it was gone. And now the enemy was within a stride of his victim, and rising in his stirrups to deal the fatal blow, when, suddenly becoming aware of the officer's defenceless condition, the gallant Frenchman dropped his uplifted weapon, and lowering it to a military salute as he swept by, wheeled round and rejoined his regiment.

THE FAITHFUL BIRD.

sol-ace, comfort.

blithe, cheerful.

gen-er-ous, good-natured.

1. The greenhouse is my summer seat,
My shrubs, displaced from that retreat,
Enjoyed the open air;

Two goldfinches, whose sprightly song
Had been their mutual solace long,
Lived happy prisoners there.
2. They sang as blithe as finches sing,
That flutter loose on golden wing,
And frolic where they list;
Strangers to liberty, 'tis true,
But that delight they never knew,
And therefore never missed.

3. But Nature works in every breast;
Instinct is never quite suppressed;
And Dick felt some desires,
Which, after many an effort vain,
Instructed him at length to gain
A pass between the wires.

4. The open windows seemed t' invite
The freeman to a farewell flight;
But Tom was still confined;
And Dick, altho' his way was clear,
Was much too generous and sincere
To leave his friend behind.

5. For settling on his grated roof,
He chirped and kissed him, giving proof
That he desired no more ;

"

Nor would forsake his cage at last,
Till, gently seized, I shut him fast,
A prisoner as before.

6. Oh, ye who never knew the joys
Of friendship, satisfied with noise,
Fandango, ball, and rout!

Blush, when I tell you how a bird
A prison with a friend preferred
To liberty without.

1. Is it not yet morning? When will the long night wane?

Why do I wish for dawning? All my wishing is vain.

Well do I know, at daybreak my eyes will only meet

The hill so bleak and barren, the plain with its blinding heat.

2. I think my heart is burning, burning away in my breast;

My head throbs sleeping or waking, and knows no calm nor rest.

The heat licks up my life-blood, it rages

through every vein,

And swifter courses the fever, through nerve, and heart, and brain.