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THE CURRENT OF LIFE.
And even when you find them
And look for the virtue behind them.
Somewhere in its shadows hiding;
Than the spots on the sun abiding.
To the bosom of God's great ocean.
And think to alter its motion.
Remember it lived before you.
But bend and let it go o'er you.
To suit your whim to the letter,
And the sooner you know it the better.
And go under at last in the wrestle,
As the water shapes into a vessel.
Till it came like a flash to his active mind,
LA TOUR D'AUVERGNE.-Malva Buon. La Tour D'Auvergne was a French soldier noted for his bravery. Napoleon, et one time, by order of the directory, sent him a sword with an inscription declaring him to be "First grenadier of the Armies of the Republic.” This he refused to accept, saying: “Anjong soldiers there is neither first nor last.” He steadily refused advancement in military rank, and was killed, a simple Captain, June 28, 1800. When he died the whole French nation mourned for him three days, Rod until 1814 his name continued to be called at the muster-rolt ween the oldest serguant answered: “Died on the field of honor.
Once at eve a soldier brave
Hastened up a stony way;
Failed his struggling steps to stay,
“Guard, what ho!
Lo! the foe
This brief space,
March to certain victory.
Guard and garrison are fled !
Tell of fright and senseless dread.
Might a thousand foeman rout?
Single file they must deploy
Leaps to the soldier's lips,
As hurriedly he slips
Makes all ready for the foe.
Of stealthy footsteps creeping slow. Whiz! a rocket shoots in air. "At your peril come! Beware!”
Shouts, in tone defiant,
This hero self-reliant.
To attack the fort.
And courage high upwrought.
And smites the silent tower.
And strikes with telling power.
Whereat the Austrian wonders.
He blindly shoots and blunders.
Charging the grim redoubt.
And still the fort held out. At length a herald drawing near Confronts a simple grenadier,
To treat of terms of peace.