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The Dean did persevere, and was very constant in his visits to Mr. Battle's office. At this time Miss Tallowax came up to town, and she also stayed for a day or two in Munster Court.
Ef it means a fear to risk my own poor body in defence o' others, I reckon as how my past life'll speak for itself; and for the futer, wharsomever Colonel Todd dars to venter, Daniel Boone dars to lead. As to glory, we'll talk about that arter the battle's fought."
This account has been written in poetry, and, as the children who read this book, may like to see it, I will present it to them here: The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him, o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
"She told me I must never run; The Rebel boys were brothers; To stand forever by our flag, The Louisiana colors! And then she said, 'If you desert, You'll go to the Old Baily! Says I, 'My love, when I can't shoot, I'll use my old shillalah! "And many a bloody charge we made, Nor mind the battle's blaze; God gave to us a hero bold, Our bonny Harry Hays!
"My brother, at the importunity of his friends, and for the good of the county, consented to stand against this pet of Jefferson's, this this vaurien Lewis Rand. Some one had to stand. He knew what the result would be. 'Twas but a skirmish just a seat in a tri-colour Republican House of Delegates! My faith! the honour's not great. But wait awhile, Miss Dandridge! The real battle's not yet. Beaten!
"Scotland shall be free! her tyrants banished by her patriot king; and then, then may not Nigel Bruce look to this little hand as his reward? Shall not, may not the thought of thy pure, gentle love be mine, in the tented field and battle's roar, urging me on, even should all other voice be hushed?" "Forgettest thou I am a Comyn, Nigel?
The battle's over, and the Yanks've beat." But Johnnie was still prone, with the wheel in his embrace, and the old veteran was sobbing, his wrinkled face glistening with tears, when Mrs. Kukor opened the door and came doll-walking in. She was a short little lady, with a compact, inflexible figure that was, so to speak, square, with rounded-off corners square, and solid, and heavy.
Sacred the hour To kindred brotherly ties And reverend, holy sympathies; Our hearts the genial charm shall own, And melt awhile at friendship's soothing tone: But when in yonder plain We meet then peace away! Come gleaming arms, and battle's deadly fray! The whole Chorus. But when in yonder plain We meet then peace away! Come gleaming arms, and battle's deadly fray!
Cresswell's voice. Forgetting her informal attire, she opened the door, fearing some mishap. Mrs. Cresswell poured out the news. Zora received it in such motionless silence that Mary wondered at her want of feeling. At last, however, she said happily to Zora: "Well, the battle's over, isn't it?" "No, it's just begun." "Just begun?" echoed Mary in amazement.
After this narration another bard came forward who recited a different story: "When Arthur bowed his haughty crest, No princess veiled in azure vest Snatched him, by Merlin's powerful spell, In groves of golden bliss to dwell; But when he fell, with winged speed, His champions, on a milk-white steed, From the battle's hurricane, Bore him to Joseph's towered fane, In the fair vale of Avalon; There, with chanted orison And the long blaze of tapers clear, The stoled fathers met the bier; Through the dim aisles, in order dread Of martial woe, the chief they led, And deep entombed in holy ground, Before the altar's solemn bound."
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