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Show 484 The Three Days. Tlte Fir.rt Day. (AUGUST, ket or 1he sword. They retreat, !Jut only to take J!Uard:!!, intrenched i~ the roo.ms of tl~e builcli~g, IJre:nh! di::puted the grouud weh by Inch. Every starr- Twice again the assault is repeated with the same case was strewed with the bodies of their foes. and result· the slain cover the field; the blood streams a hallie wa.s necessary to £Onquer every passage. in dark torrents 1hrough the streets, and yet 1he At length, the noise of the fight diminished, <~nd enemy's loss is small. The battle grows fiercer and nothing was now audihle but !he shouts ~f the vicfiercer. See this young man, whose lung ta\'CO lors mingled with the groans of the dywg. The hair is concealed Ucneath a large straw hat, His struggle was over. The Lou\·re was won! • • • years must be few, for his form is as slender ::ts a 1t must be granted that tho Swiss !!Ua~ds f:mQ"ht girl's, and yet, he rushes into rhe thickest of the bra,•rly, but they hatl to p:ly dearly ~~r Jt. fhey fight. A ball pie rc·es his breast. One of the com· neither g:a\"C nor received quarter. They were for· batants, moved by a feeling of pi ty, draws aside his eigners and mercenaries. They had rutl1lessly shirt. • • • 0. Lil~rty, 'tis a woman! • • • slaughtered the citizens, and in the hnnr of reni- The assailants were already preparing to renew hut ion, all, except a few who escaped or cried for the 3l!ack for the fourth rime, when the sountl of a mercy, were killed. Let it not be thought, howdist: ltlt drum came mingled with the clamor of 3 c\·er, th::tt there was any inhumaniry in the act. large crowd. But we will transport ourselves to Their wounded were treaa·d with the same care as another parr of the city. the others, and almost all their prisoners were ai- Not far distant from the place where the Seine lowed to escape. flows out of Paris, is a large plain situated on the ln the mean time, Gene ral Lafayet1e. with se\'· left side of the river. At the Southern extremity era! deputies of the lihe ral party, assemhled at ~fr. of this plain, i!i thE' Polytechnic school. The mili· Lafitte's 1-Ibtel. They fl'lt it their duty 1o give tary spirit of the Institution was yet the S:J.me as snrne legal sanction to the ins urrt> ction. A procla.· in the da)'S of the Empire, notwithstandinq the mation was issued and signed by them, approving efforts of the Bourbons to crush it. At the first of the steps Ia ken by the people. This was a bold news of the tumult, General-, \"ho was then measure, for the result of the struggle was dubious; commander of the school, had the doors shut and and if the Rnyal party got the belter, as it was pos. gave notice to the pupils that they f;hould have to sible and e'·en probablt>, the liv es of the subscribers ren13in in quarters. But when the cause of this of the proclamatinn would be fnrfeited. Never. order was known, every one girded on his sword, theless, General Lafa.yell~'s name was carried ns a and, in a few minutes, they scaled the wall which countersign through the popular ranks and kindled confined them and directe1l their foots:eps towards a new ardor among- them. the field of baule. A tri-colored Rag was soon There still remained several important positions found. Ou their way they passed before the Hbtel to attack, but the day was too far advanced. Both of the irl\'alid soldiers, and it is a well·authentica· parties took measures for the night. The people ted fact, that several of these old veterans, most as well as the troops posted scntinel3 e\·ery where. of whnto were totally disabled, followed once more The wounded were collcctt>d at se,·eral places, and the st::mdard of liberty to another baltic. One of medical attendance was speedily procured fnr them. them, \druse right leg had been left in the deserts The hrigade of line stationed on the Merchants' of Russia or the fields uf " ' aterlno, was afterwards hri1lge kindled a bivouac fire and spent the night ldlled un the bridge of Arts while figl1ting for his 1here. country's freedom. :\II this time Charles the Tenth was at Ram· The patrioric column of tl1e Polytechnic pnpils bnuillet hun ting deer. A courit>r brou)!ht him the was every where greeted and joined by the inhabi· news nf the day, \"iZ; tbat his Hnyal Guards had tants of the left side of 1he Seine. They follnwed been beaten and his Swiss guards partly destroyed; one of tire streets parallel to the ri\•e r, untilthPy that the palace of the Louvre was in the possession got to the height of the bridge of Arts, when, of the rebels, and th:.r.t the next day would brin{f turning- to the left, they covered this bridg-e with f~~rth an attack on his own royal palace of the Tu. their close phalanx. As 1 said before, the bri(lge ileries. is exact l.v in front of the Southern entrance of the "Pshaw!'' cried ht>, "a few brigades of police Louvre, which is far from being as strong- as the will disperse that moh! Gentlemen, let us spnr on, others. Their first fire killt'd a few men at the or we'll be tno late to see the stag at bay.'' This gate, whilst this drversion ga,•e a new \'igor to the' \\"3S doubtless a merry way of losing a. kingdom. effi1rts of the forrnerass:tilants. About fifty of them The deluded despot despised a te\·olntion, in \\"hich seized a. long beam, which was lying by some un· even women took a part r~gainst him, and which finished building, and running it with :~.11 their might made the poet exclaim, against the Eastern gate, they at len::,rth succeeded Alm-s, tout se le\·a : l'homme, l'enf~tnt, la femme, in breaking it open. At the same time the insur· Quiconquc avait un IJT!i.S, quiconquc a\·ait une :lme 1 gt>nts entered the Southern gate. Their numerous cohorts now poured in like a stream, but the Swiss "And thus wn..s the tint day." 1845.] Grouped Tlwuglits and Scattered Fancies-A Collection of Sonnets. 485 GROUPED THOUGHTS AND SCATTERED FANCIES. A COLLECTION OF SONNETS. And l became a mockery, and fell I nto the yellow leaf before u1y time; A sacrifice, C'ven in my earliest prime, By the Author of" Arll!anti~." "Southern Passages unci PJcturcs,"&c. To that whieh thinn'J the heavens and peopled hell! How few will understand us at the best, liow few, so yield their sympathit>s, to know, \Vhat cares have robb'd us of our rrightly rest, How stern our trial, how complete om \\'J,-And how mu<:h more our Joom it was than priJe, To toil in de\·ious ways with none who loved beside. LXI. Days vanish, and still other days arise, Like these to disappear,-aud still we cra\'e, From time indulgence,-with a yawning gran: Beneath us, that, with ceasele:ss uueraoce crits," Ye ripen fast f11r me--the moment flies LXV. When ye should ripen for e1ernity; Be diligeut, if ye wnuiJ take the prize, 'Vrought for performance in humility, In exercise of goodnt>ss make ye wise, Each toiling in his station as is meet; My chiltl, my innocent child,--when I am gone, Strangers anJ time will have untaught thee all, Thy father's love, his care for thee alone, Survi,·in.!! hope's defeat and fortune's fall; And J shall !cave behind me nought that may Teach thee thy loss, unless it be my song, For still, however l:ilow, the hours will fleet Tno fast for the must diligent! Your e_ves, Will close on migl.tiest projects, still unwrought. That were the favorite creatures of your thought." And that, perchance, will scarcely linger long To kPep my memory coupled with my lay! Sad la_v, invoked by sorrow, tuned by wrong: LXII. Is it not lovely, while the day flows on Like some unnoticed water through the vale, Sun.sprinkled,--and, across the fields, a gale, Ausnnian, murmurs out an idle talc, Of ~roves deserted late, but lately won! How calm the silent mountains, that, around, Bend their blue summits, as if grouped to hear Snme !ugh ambassador from foreign ground,-To hearkt>n, and most probably con~mnd! "While, leaping onward, with a \'oice of cheer, Glarl as snme schoolboy ever un the bouud, The lively Swarunnoa sparkles near;-- A flash and murmur mark him as he roves, Now foaming white o'er rocks, now glimpsing soft through groves . XLIII. Somers,--if to thy courts the robin comes Still cheerily chirping-,--and the gipsy throng That, in the tlwrny thicket, hourly hums ln noon.day yellow, with a thoughtless song That stirs with spleen the tnor·khird, 'till he pours, Beneath thy very eaves, such resolute strain, As takes the voice from nature, nor restores, 'Till he has pleased to yield her ears again;If these surround thy foutsteps, nor complain;If, in thy walks, the timorous clove appears, Timorous no longer, nor inclined to Ree ;- If tlrese unharmed ones thus speak with me,-Thnu hast an evidence that uobly cheers, And with rro scruple I award it thee. LXIV. Thou wilt rPmark my fate \\"hen 1 am dead, Let not fools scoff above me, and proclnim, !hat I had vainly struggled afler fame, 'T1JI the good oil of my young life was shed, Rut, rude and harsh, still coupled with one tone, To spell the ears of love, and, in the soul, \Vhen d:1ys are happiest, to awaken thought, \Vhich pleasure cannot hush, nnr pride control, Of him, by whom thy lessons first were taught. LXVI. There is a mood that sometimes makes us cry In \'Cry weartness of soul,'· 'Twere well, l\Iethinks, if I could lay me down and die;" There is no terror in the solemn knell, That ushers to the gra \·e, whir:h gt"ntly opes Its peacefu l arms, and promises repose From vexing strifes and still de('eh·ing hopes, Friends failing, and the sleepless herd of foes." And then we find similitude in things, Beneath us, the poor leaf and tlow'r which rfread The blight of winter, and the recoiling springs T hat shiver as the wind sweeps overhead;Thus fe\·ering, 'till awakes the manlier mood, \Vhen we go forth and cnnquer in warm blood. LX\'ff. Sterile htrt proud, benea1h her own blue sky, Sleeps Atlica, there lwunded by I he sea, There by Eubrea; yet how boundless she, fn sole dominion; with her realms th<~t lie, \-Vherever winds can wing, or waters bear The proofs of her grPat magic ;-magic wrought, ny geuius. on the stern and sh:1peless thoug-ht, Which thenC'eforth took a form th;~t cannot fear \Vhate\•er Time may threaten. Overthrow Her altars, }'Ct how certain that the Uod, Still from the eminem·e 8ends her breath abroad Spelling tl1e natiuns with her soul alone; The soul that ma!,es soil sacred, and from earth, Triumphant plucks the doom of death that came with birth. |
