There was one of us, a corporal's wife, A fair young gentle thing, Wasted with fever in the siege, And her mind was wandering. She lay on the ground in her Scottish plaid, "When my father comes hame frae the pleugh," she said, "Oh! please, then waken me. She slept like a child on her father's floor When the house-dog sprawls by the open door, It was smoke and roar, and powder-stench, But the soldier's wife, like a full-tired child, I sank to sleep, and I had my dream, And wall and garden: a sudden scream Then Jessie Brown stood listening, "The Highlanders! Oh! dinna ye hear The M'Gregor's? Ah! I ken it weel; "God bless thae bonny Highlanders! Along the battery-line her cry Had fallen among the men: And they startled, for they were there to die: Was life so near them then? They listened for life: and the rattling fire Were all and the colonel shook his head, Then Jessie said: "That slogan's dune; The Campbells are comin'? It's no a dream; We heard the roar and rattle afar, But the pipes we could not hear; So the men plied their work of hopeless war It was not long ere it must be heard- It was no noise of the strife afar, It was the pipes of the Highlanders, And now they played "Auld Lang Syne"; It came to our men like the voice of God, And they wept and shook one another's hands, And every one knelt down where he stood, That happy day when we welcomed them, And the General, too, her hand, and cheers And the pipers' ribbons and tartan stream'd And our joyful cheers were broken with tears, THE SEA-KING'S BURIAL BY CHARLES MACKAY "The old Norse kings, when about to die, had their body laid into a ship, the ship sent forth with sails set and slow fire burning in it, that, once out to sea, it might blaze up in flame, and in such manner bury worthily the old hero at once in the sky and in the ocean."-Carlyle's "Hero Worship." "My strength is failing fast," Said the sea-king to his men; "I shall never sail the seas Like a conqueror again. If I can not end my life In the crimson'd battle-strife, Let me die as I have lived, They have raised King Balder up, And amid the greeting rude Borne him slowly to the shore- From his dim eyes flashing forth- And on his forehead pale They have borne him to the ship Saying, "King of mighty men, Underneath him in the hold They had placed the lighted brand; As the vessel from the land And a dashing at her prow As on many a battle morn And the king, with sudden strength, And ere yet an hour had passed, "So blow, ye tempests, blow, And my spirit shall not quail: I have weathered many a gale; I will raise my voice in triumph, |