CIVIL WAR-AN EPISODE OF THE COMMUNE VICTOR HUGO. The mob was fierce and furious. They cried: "Down with the wretch!" on all sides rose the cry. The captive found it natural to die, The game is lost-he's on the weaker side, From out his home they drag him to the street, This man was one of those who blindly slay Letting his powder-blackened hands appear. A woman clutched his collar with a frown, "He's a policeman-he has shot us down!" "That's true," the man said. "Kill him!" "Shoot!" "Kill." 66 No, at the Arsenal”—“The Bastile!" "Where you will," The captive answered. And with fiercest breath, Loading their guns, his captors still cried, "Death!" "We'll shoot him like a wolf!" "A wolf am I? Then you're the dogs," he calmly made reply. "Hark, he insults us!" And from every side Clenched fists were shaken, angry voices cried, Ferocious threats were muttered, deep and low. With gall upon his lips, gloom on his brow, And in his eyes a gleam of baffled hate, He went, pursued by howlings, to his fate, Treading with wearied and supreme disdain Midst forms of dead men he perchance had slain. *Translated by Mrs. Lucy H. Hooper for the New York Home Journal, and used here by permission. This selection has been recited with great success, in Paris, by the well-known actor and reader, Dupont Vernon, of the Comedie Française. Dread is that human storm, an angry crowd; He hated them with hate the vanquished knows, A child appeared, a boy with golden hair, All shouted, "Shoot the bandit, fell the spy!" From out the captive's home had come the child. The cannon to the tocsin's voice replied, Of, "Slay each spy-each minister-each priest― The little boy replied: "Do not kill papa!" only he replies. Some glances from his gaze are turned away, Then one of the most pitiless says, “ Go— Where-why?" ""Don't you know? Then the father said, "He has no mother." "What-his mother's dead? Then you are all he has?" "That matters not," Of his composure as he closely pressed The little hands to warm them in his breast, And says, "Our neighbor Catherine, you know, Go to her." "You'll come too?" "Not yet." "No, no. Then I'll not leave you." Why?" "These men, I fear, Will hurt you, papa, when I am not here." The father to the chieftain of the band Kisses his father and then runs away. "Now he is gone, and we are at our ease, And you can kill me where and how you please," Then through the crowd a long thrill seems to flow. THE MAGIC WAND.-GEORGE R. SIMS Horrible dens, sir, aren't they? Knock at the door? Pooh, nonsense! They wouldn't know what it meant. Come in and look about you; They'll think you're a School Board gent. Dirty, and damp, and small. That's lucky-the place is empty, There's a father and four young children. They're horribly poor-half-starving- The father gets drunk and beats them, She was on at the Lane last winter- She was one of a group of fairies, And her wand was the wand up there,There, in the filthy corner Behind the broken chair. Her mother was ill that winter, Of a cruel and wasting fever But night after night went Sally, Half starved, to the splendid scene As a Liliput fairy queen. She'd a couple of lines to utter, And she thought of the cheerless cellar And when, in her ragged garments, No longer a potent fay, She knelt by the wretched pallet Where her dying mother lay, She thought, as she stooped and kissed her, Of the wand that could change a dungeon She was only a wretched outcast, To the ears of such children comes. Her mother grew slowly weaker, And Sally, who saw her sinking, Came home from the Lane one night She had hidden the wand and brought it, She crept to the sleeping woman, Then, raising her wand, she waved it, Her well-known lines she uttered, To "The Golden Home of Blisses She murmured, "O mother, dearest, You shall look on the splendid scene!" While a man from the playhouse watched her, Who'd followed the fairy queen. |