Behold the brave bay with the wound on his flank, Forgetting his pain, seeks his place in the rank. And then, flecked with blood, see that gallant old gray; Though he halts on three legs, how he pants for the fray!

Hastily forming in long battle-row,

Each steed finds his place, and they all charge the foe.

The steed, like his rider, obeys the command ;
When the shrill signal sounds, in his place he doth stand.
Over three hundred were counted that day,
Riderless horses who joined in the fray;

Over three hundred saddles, O horrible sight!
Were emptied at once in that terrible fight!

Over three hundred, O glorious brave!

Out of every four, one has there found his grave. Over three hundred, O glorious steed!

Loyal and faithful in time of sore need.

Honor the brave, who to Gravelotte went,
And honor the steeds of the Guard Regiment.

Karl Gerok. Tr. Anon.

Gressenig.

GRESSENIG.

THE Occurrence here related took place near the village of Gressenig, about a league from Stolberg, during the retreat of the French army, under Dumouriez.

DACK to the river so lately passed o'er,

BACK

Fast as that river flows,

France takes flight to the Rhine once more
From the might of her Austrian foes,

There was a young and lovely bride
Mid the ranks of those that fled;

She followed the steps and she fought by the side
Of him she had lately wed.

She had left her home in that fertile soil
Where the vine and the olive grow,
For fields of blood, and to share in the toil
That her lover must undergo.

Alas! that love which had nerved her heart

To war and its daring deeds,

Could not to her tender frame impart

The strength a soldier needs.

Now lingered that youth with his bride in the rear,

For her limbs began to fail,

And the hue of her cheek, though unchanged by fear, With weariness grew pale.

He looked ou her features in fond despair,
As he held her to his breast;

And her drooping head, as they tarried there,
Sunk in his arms to rest.

From that hurried sleep when she woke again,
Far from her anxious sight

The distant bands of her countrymen

Had vanished in their flight.

Then together they left the beaten track,

And sought the forest shade:

She wished from that host not a soldier back,
While her own stood by to aid.

Hid from the search of pursuers there,
For days and nights they sped;
The fruits of the forest their only fare,

The leaves their only bed.

Fondly they thought that those paths might guide

Once more to their native land;

Vain hope! what sees that startled bride?
Why grasps she her lover's hand?

'Tis the levelled gun of a foeman near,
Half hid by the copsewood screen;

She clung, as a shield, to that breast so dear,
And the fatal flash was seen!

They fell, their heart's blood stained the spot

--

Where yon lonely cypress grows;

Their bodies, pierced by that single shot,

In a single grave repose.

R. E. Egerton-Warburton.

Halle.

HALLE.

N the market-place of Halle

IN

There stand two mighty lions:

O thou lion-pride of Halle,
How greatly art thou tamed!

In the market-place of Halle
There stands a mighty giant;
He hath a sword, yet never stirs,
He's petrified with terror.

In the market-place of Halle

A mighty church is standing,

Where the Burschenschaft and the Landsmannschaft

Have plenty of room for praying.

Heinrich Heine. Tr. C. G. Leland.

Hamburg.

AN INCIDENT OF THE FIRE AT HAMBURG.

HE tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to

THE

the skies,

Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of centuries;

You could not deem its crowding spires a work of human art,

They seemed to struggle lightward from a sturdy living heart.

Not Nature's self more freely speaks in crystal or in

oak,

Than, through the pious builder's hand, in that gray pile she spoke;

And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and

alone,

Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in obedient stone.

It seemed a wondrous freak of chance, so perfect, yet so rough,

A whim of Nature crystallized slowly in granite tough; The thick spires yearned towards the sky in quaint harmonious lines,

And in broad sunlight basked and slept, like a grove of blasted pines.