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“ HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS
FROM GHENT TO AIX.”
 I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; “Good speed !” cried the watch, as the gate-bolts
undrew; "Speed !” echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our
place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique° right, 10 Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near
At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,
And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back
25 For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, - ever that glance O’er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
By Hasselt,° Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay
spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix" for one heard the quick
wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering
knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, 35 As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
So, we were left galloping, Joris and I,
chaff; Till over by Dalhemo a dome-spire sprang white, And “Gallop,” gasped Joris, “ for Aix is in sight!”
“How they'll greet us!” — and all in a moment his
Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;
INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP
You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away,
Stood on our storming-day;
Legs wide, arms locked behind,
Oppressive with its mind.
Just as perhaps he musedo “ My plans
10 Let once my army-leader Lanneso
Waver at yonder wall,".
A rider, bound on bound
Until he reached the mound.
And held himself erect
You hardly could suspect -
Scarce any blood came through)
Was all but shot in two.
And you'll be there anon
Where I, to heart's desire,
Soared up again like fire.
Softened itself, as sheathes
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.
THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN
A CHILD'S STORY (Written for, and inscribed to, W. M. the Younger)
HAMELIN° Town's in Brunswick,
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
Almost five hundred years ago,
From vermin, was a pity.
10 They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
15 Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.
At last the people in a body
To the Town Hall came flocking: