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" To one whose love for me shall last When lighter passions long have passed,
So holy 'tis and true; To one whose love hath longer dwelt, More deeply fixed, more keenly felt,
Than any pledged by you!"
Each guest upstarted at the word, And laid a hand upon his sword,
With fiery flashing eye; And Stanley said, "We curse the name, Proud knight, of this most peerless dame,
Whose love you couut so high!"
St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood,
Thus lightly to another; Then bent his head, as though To give that name the reverence due,
And gently said, " My mother!"
I saw Salenche of the granite heart
Wiping his burning eyes� It was by far more pitiful
Than mere loud sobs and cries. One bit his cartridge till his lip
Grew black as winter sky; But still the boy moaned, " Forty-third,
Teach me the way to die!"
Oh, never saw I sight like that!
The sergeant flung down flag, Even the lifer bound his brow
With a wet and bloody rag; Then looked at locks, and fixed their steel,
But never made reply, Until he sobbed out once again,
" Teach me the way to die!"
Then, with a shout that flew to God,
They strode into the fray; I saw their red plumes join and wave,
But slowly melt away. The last who went�a wounded man�
Bid the poor boy good-bye, And said, " We men of the Forty-third
Teach you the way to die!"
I never saw so sad a look
As the poor youngster cast, When the hot smoke of cannon
In cloud and whirlwind passed. Earth shook, and heaven answered:
I watched his eagle eye, As he faintly moaned, " The Forty-third,
Teach me the way to die!"
Then, with a musket for a crutch,
He limped into the fight. I, with a bullet in my hip,
Had neither strength nor might; But, proudly beating on his drum,
A fever in his eye, I heard him moan, " The Forty-third,
Teach me the way to die!"
They found him on the morrow,
Stretched on a heap of dead; His hand was in the grenadier's
Who at his bidding bled. They hung a medal round his neck,
And closed his dauntless eye ; On the stone they cut, " The Forty-third
Taught him the way to die!"
(Told on a bench outside the Invalides.)
George W. Tuornbury.
Twas the day beside the Pyramids,
It seems but an hour ago, That Kleber's foot stood firm in squares,
Returning blow for blow. The Mamelukes were tossing
Their standards to the sky, When I heard a child's voice say, "My'men,
Teach me the way to die!"
"Twas a little drummer, with his side
Torn terribly with shot; But still he feebly beat his drum,
As though the wound were not. And when the Mameluke's wild horse
Burst with a scream and cry, He said, " O men of the Forty-third,
Teach me the way to die!
'My mother has got other sons, With stouter hearts than mine, But none more ready blood for France
To pour out free as wine. Yet still life's sweet," the brave lad moaned,
" Fair are this earth and sky ; Then, comrades of the Forty-third, Teach me the way to die!" 11

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