3 Then straight his officers he did call, Saying, "Gentlemen, mind your station, And prove your valor one and all

Before this Irish nation.

My brazen walls let no man break,
And your subtle foes you'll scatter;
Let us show them to-day good English play,
As we go over the water."

4 Then horse and foot we marched amain,
Resolved their ranks to batter;

But the brave Duke Schomberg he was slain,
As we went over the water.

Then King William cried, "Feel no dismay
At the losing of one commander,
For God shall be our king to-day,
And I'll be general under.”

5 Then stoutly we Boyne river crossed
To give the Irish battle;

Our cannon to his dreadful cost
Like thunder-claps did rattle.
In majestic mien our Prince rode o'er,
The stream ran red with slaughter
As with blow and shout we put to rout
Our enemies over the water.

And you answered proudly, "Go!

And join King James and strike a blow
For the Green."

2 Mavrone, your hair is white as snow,
Kathaleen;

Your heart is sad and full of woe,
Do you repent you bade him go,
Kathaleen?

But quick you answer proudly, "No!
For better die with Sarsfield so,
Than live a slave without a blow

For the Green."

ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN.

BATTLE OF THE BALTIC

1 OF Nelson and the North,
Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth

All the might of Denmark's crown,

And her arms along the deep proudly shone;

By each gun the lighted brand,

In a bold determined hand,

And the Prince of all the land

Led them on.

2 Like leviathans afloat,

Lay their bulwarks on the brine;
While the sign of battle flew
On the lofty British line:

It was ten of April morn by the chime:

As they drifted on their path,

There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.-

3 But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene;

And her van the fleeter rush'd

O'er the deadly space between.

"Hearts of oak!" our captains cried; when each gun From its adamantine lips

Spread a death-shade round the ships,

Like the hurricane eclipse

Of the sun.

4 Again! again! again!

5

And the havoc did not slack,

Till a feeble cheer the Dane
To our cheering sent us back;-

Their shots along the deep slowly boom:

Then ceased-and all is wail,

As they strike the shatter'd sail;
Or, in conflagration pale,

Light the gloom.

Out spoke the victor then,

As he hail'd them o'er the wave:
"Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save;-

So peace instead of death let us bring;
But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our King."-

6 Then Denmark bless'd our chief,
That he gave her wounds repose;
And the sounds of joy and grief
From her people wildly rose,

As death withdrew his shades from the day.

While the sun look'd smiling bright
O'er a wide and woeful sight,
Where the fires of funeral light
Died away.

7 Now joy, Old England, raise!
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
Whilst the wine-cup shines in light;
And yet amidst that joy and uproar,
Let us think of them that sleep,
Full many a fathom deep,
By thy wild and stormy steep,
Elsinore!

8 Brave hearts! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true,

On the deck of fame that died;

With the gallant good Riou;

Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave!

While the billow mournful rolls

And the mermaid's song condoles,
Singing glory to the souls

Of the brave!

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP

1 You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away,

On a little mound, Napoleon

Stood on our storming-day;
With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,

Legs wide, arms locked behind,

As if to balance the prone brow

Oppressive with its mind.

2 Just as perhaps he mused "My plans
That soar, to earth may fall,
Let once my army-leader Lannes
Waver at yonder wall,”-

Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew
A rider, bound on bound
Full-galloping; nor bridle drew

Until he reached the mound.

3 Then off there flung in smiling joy,
And held himself erect

By just his horse's mane, a boy:
You hardly could suspect―
(So tight he kept his lips compressed,
Scarce any blood came through)

You looked twice ere you saw his breast
Was all but shot in two.

4 "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace
We've got you Ratisbon!

The Marshal's in the market-place,
And you'll be there anon

To see your flag-bird flap his vans

Where I, to heart's desire,

Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans

Soared up again like fire.

5 The chief's eye flashed; but presently

Softened itself, as sheathes

A film the mother-eagle's eye

When her bruised eaglet breathes;

"You're wounded!" "Nay," the soldier's pride

Touched to the quick, he said:

"I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside

Smiling the boy fell dead.

ROBERT BROWNING.