The Last Reveille. Headley states, in his History of Napoleon and His Marshals, that M'Donald, while crossing the Splugen Pass with his army of fifteen thousand men, lost nearly two hundred of them, many of whom were swept away by the avalanches. A drummer, whose fall over the precipice was broken by masses of snow, reached the bottom unharmed, and for one hour beat his drum rapidly for relief. But all in vain, and he survived his fall only to die a more cruel death of cold, famine and despair. LD Splugen's brow grew dark with storms A mass of weary, war-worn forms— Her snowy heights began to climb. Still boldly pressed those columns on, While storm and wind swept fiercely past, But suddenly an awful form, Like some snow-demon hidden there, "An avalanche!" and with the word Each struggling column felt the blow From out the drifted mass of snow For he unharmed received the blow, While low in death his comrades slept. Down deep amid those lifeless forms— He beat his drum in wild despair. The muffled sounds went ringing up Rose in the throbbing breast below. That touching, pleading, stirring call, Went piercing like a blade of steel To hearts whose aid was powerless, all! And still he beat the hurried roll, Still upward turned his pleading eye, For hope yet breathed within his soul, "They will not leave you here to die." With eager gaze he scanned the steep, While fearful anguish rent his soul, And then more loudly rang the beat Of that long, earnest, solemn roll. But soon the rapid strains grew less, And then, without one pitying eye, Without one heart to cheer or bless, The poor boy lay him down to die. Then Alpine blasts his death-dirge sang— After Three years. AM so happy! so happy! My heart is as glad as a bird's, There's a thrill of glad exultation, And a gush of thanks unto God, Who pitied me "like as a father" When I bowed to the chastening rod, And gave me my gift from the altar Without requiring his blood. I am so happy! so happy! My heart is half wild with glee; No more weary days of waiting, No more nights of weeping for me, For a manly form is beside me, My head leans on a manly breast, O God, I thank thee! I thank thee! I am so happy! so happy! Brother, dear brother, the years That have passed since we met are forgotten, With all their trials and tears, It seems but yester' morning That I kissed you "good-by" at the door; And now in the hush of evening I welcome you home once more, I am so happy! so happy! Father, I trusted in thee, And the truth of thy blessed promise That taught me to leave all my care Who helped me those trials to bear; I thank thee that danger and hardships Must yield to the power of prayer. The Two Knapsacks. IFE, do you hear the doves cooing out of the glen, men? And into the chamber's shadows the afternoon sunshine peers, Through the curtaining scarlet creepers flinging its golden spears. So come the thoughts and the dreams of the days that forever are lost, Cheering my old tired head so bowed with the slow years' frost, The other is little Robert's, my curly-haired, blue-eyed pet; Ah, how well I remember when he sat on my knee in the noon, As they came up the dewy lane, crushing out odors of thyme. |