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Thrir burial place they quit,

And soon to arms they stand. The following English version of this singularly wild ballad was published in the London Foreign Quar

And at midnight, from his grave, terly Review in 1829, and was said to have been writien

The trumpeter arose; by a young Hungarian poet by the name of Sedlitz.

And, mounted on his horse,

A loud shrill blast he blows.
It is a second translation, having been translated into
French, and then into English. Of course much of its

On aery coursers then original force and vividness is probably lost. But still

The cavalry are seen, the reader of taste, will agree with the editor of the

Old squadrons erst renown'd, Quarterly, who considers it “one of the most remark

Gory and gash'd, I ween. able ballads of inodern times."

Beneath the casque their blanched skulls A short history of the introduction of the ballad into

Smile grim, and proud their air, Fiance, may be interesting. Two French Poets, Mery

As in their bony hands and Barthelemy, who, according to the editor of the

Their long sharp swords they bear. Quarterly, wrote in partnership, sent presentation copies

And at midnight, from his tomb, of their “Napoleon in Egypt," to some of the dispersed

The chief awoke and rose; members of Napoleon's family, which, they say, was

And followed by his staff, acknowledged "with august commendation, in letters

With slow steps on he goes. written by hands that had once signed decrees." Thus

A little hat he wears, encouraged, one of them proceeded to Vienna, to pre

A coat quite plain has he, sent a copy in person to Napoleon's son. But on his

A little sword for arms, arrival, he was neither permitted to present his poem,

Al his left side hangs free. nor allowed so much as an introduction. He, how.

O'er the vast plain the moon ever, got sight of the young Napoleon at the theatre,

A paly lustre threw: ani watched hi.n with peculiar emotions, during the

The man with the little hat evening, as he sat in an opposite box. His reflections

The troops goes to review. while sitting in the theatre at Vienna, furnished matter

The ranks present their arms, for another poem, which was published in a pamphlet

Deep roll the drums the while, on his return to Paris, and among the notes in the

Recovering then, the troops pamphlet, appeared a French version of the following

Before the Chief defile. ballad, which he said had been furnished hiin at Vienna

Captains and gen'rals round .by th: author. Whether this statement is correct, or

In circle form'd appear; whether it was the production of some Frenchmaa of

The Chief to the first a word revolutionary feelings, may admit of some doubt.

Then whispers in his ear. The pamphlet was seized by government on its first

The word goes round the ranks, appearance, and a prosecution commenced against the

Resounds along the Seine; author, printer, and two publishers, on the charges of

That word they give is-FRANCE, ** attacks against the royal dignity, and the rights of

The answer SAINTE-HELENE. the throne, which the king derives from his birth, and

"Tis there, at midnight hour, of provocation to overthrow the legitimate monarchy."

The grand review, they say, Mr. Barthelemy defended himself at the trial in a poem

Is hy dead Cæsar held, recited from memory. He was sentenced to a fine of

In the Champs-Elysees one thousand francs and three months imprisonment. The printer was fined twenty five francs, and the pubdishers were acquitted.


At milnight from his grave,
The drummer woke and rose,

Oh, for "the good old days of Adam and Eve !"
And beating loud the drum,
Forth on his round he goes.

when vagabond idlers were not; or the good old days

of the pilgrim fathers of New England, when they Stirred by his fleshless arms,

were suitably rewarded! That they could not bide The drum-sticks patly fall,

those days, there is extant the following testimony. He beats the loud retreat,

In the early court records of that portion of the old Revellie, and roll-call.

Bay State called the District of Maine, in the year So strangely rolls that drum,

1656, we have the following entry of a presentment by So deep it echoes round!

a grand jury: Old soldiers in their graves,

“We present Jerry Gutuidge for an idle person, and To life, start at the sound.

not providing for his family, and for giving reproachful Both they in farthest north,

language to Mr. Nat. Frier, when he reproved him for Stitr in the ice that lay,

his idleness. And who, too warm, repose

“The court, for his offence, adjudges the delinquent Beneath Italian clay;

to have twenty lashes on his back, and to bring securiBelow the mud of Nile,

ly to the court, to be of better behaviour, in providing And 'neath Arabian sand

for his family." VOL. II.-No. 1,




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