Part 36 (1/2)

”The field is won Order the whole line to advance”

On they caht

”Let the Life Guards charge them,” said the Duke; but every aid-de-caht the order to Lord Uxbridge

Lord Uxbridge had already anticipated his orders, and bore doith four regiments of heavy cavalry upon the French centre The Prussian artillery thundered upon their flank, and at their rear The British bayonet was in their front; while a panic fear spread through their ranks, and the cry ”_Sauve qui peut!_” resounded on all sides In vain Ney, the bravest of the brave; in vain Soult, Bertrand, Gourgaud, and Labedoyere, burst froanized mass, and called on them to stand fast A battalion of the Old Guard, with Ca into square, they stood between the pursuers and their prey, offering themselves a sacrifice to the tarnished honor of their arms: to the order to surrender, they answered with a cry of defiance; and, as our cavalry, flushed and elated with victory, rode round their bristling ranks, no quailing look, no craven spirit was there The Emperor hihtening speed hither and thither, coht was falling, the confusion became each moment iment of the Guards, and two batteries were in reserve behind Planchenoit; he threw theht drove the mass upon them, and they were carried away upon the torrent of the beaten army No sooner did the Emperor see this his last hope desert hi his sword, threw hiiment of chasseurs of the Old Guard had formed with a remnant of the battalion; Jeroht, brother: here should perish all who bear the naht artillery rend the ranks asunder, and the cavalry charge down upon the scattered fragments A few of his staff, who never left hiton, Thy great work is but begun!

With quick seed his end is rife Whose long tale of conquering strife Shows no triumph like his life Lost and won_

DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI--1828-1882

_On Wellington's Funeral, Nov 18th, 1852_

LX THE DIVER

EDWARD BULWER, LORD LYTTON--1805-1873

_Translated froht or the squire so bold As to dive to the howling Charybdis below?-- I cast in the whirlpool a goblet of gold, And o'er it already the dark waters flow; Whoever to ift of his king”

He spoke, and the cup fro over the verge Of the endless and measureless world of the deep, Swirl'd into the e

”And where is the diver so stout to go-- I ask ye again--to the deep below?”

And the knights and the squires that gather'd around, Stood silent--and fix'd on the ocean their eyes; They look'd on the dise profound, And the peril chill'd back every thought of the prize

And thrice spoke the ht ill venture in?”

And all as before heard in silence the king, Till a youth with an aspect unfearing but gentle, 'Mid the treirdle, and doffing hiscrowd, as they parted asunder, On the stately boy cast their looks of wonder

As he strode to the ulf of that merciless main, Lo! the wave that for ever devours the wave, Casts roaringly up the Charybdis again: And, as with the swell of the far thunder-booloom

And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars, As when fire is ater co, And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars, And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending; And it never _will_ rest, nor fro the birth of a sea

Yet, at length, coh the whiteness, and still through the swell, The whirlpool cleaves doard and doard in ocean A yawning abyss, like the pathway to hell; The stiller and darker the farther it goes, Suck'd into that save his trust to his Maker! Before That path through the riven abyss closed again, Hark! a shriek froazers that circle the shore,-- And, behold! he is whirl'd in the grasp of the main!

And o'er hiiant-mouth closed on the swiht, save thehollow and fell, Or save when the tre lament Thrill'd from lip unto lip, ”Gallant youth, fare thee well!”

More hollow and rows suspense in its fear

--If thou shouldst in those waters thy diade, And cry, ”Who h the prize were the crown of a king, A crown at such hazard were valued too dear