And while amid their scattered band
Raged the fierce rider's bloody brand,
Recoiled in common rout and fear
Lancer and guard and cuirassier,
Horsemen and foot,-a mingled host,-
Their leaders fallen, their standards lost.

THE MARCH TO MOSCOW.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

The Emperor Nap he would set out

For a summer excursion to Moscow;
The fields were green and the sky was blue;
Morbleu! Parbleu!

What a pleasant excursion to Moscow!

Four hundred thousand men and more,
Heigh-ho, for Moscow!

There were marshals by dozens and dukes by the score,

Princes a few, and kings one or two,

While the fields are so green and the sky so blue, Morbleu! Parbleu!

What a pleasant excursion to Moscow!

There was Junot and Augereau,
Heigh-ho, for Moscow!

Dombrowsky and Poniatowsky,

General Rapp and Emperor Nap,
Nothing would do,

While the fields were so green and the sky so blue,
Morbleu! Parbleu!

But they must be marched to Moscow.

But the Russians they stoutly turned to,

All on the road to Moscow,

Nap had to fight his way all through,

They could fight, but they could not parley-vous, But the fields were green, and the sky was blue, Morbleu! Parbleu!

And so he got to Moscow!

They made the place too hot for him,

For they set fire to Moscow;

To get there had cost him much ado,

And then no better course he knew,

While the fields were green and the sky was blue,
Morbleu! Parbleu!

Than to march back again from Moscow.
The Russians they stuck close to him,

All on the road from Moscow;

There was Tormazow and Gomalow,

And all the others that end in ow;

Rajefsky and Noverefsky,

And all the others that end in efsky;
Schamscheff, Souchosaneff, and Schepeleff,
And all the others that end in eff;
Wasitschecoff, Kostomaroff, and Theoglokoff,
And all the others that end in off;
Milaravoditch, and Juladovitch, and Karatch-
kowitch,

And all the others that end in itch;

Oscharoffsky, and Rostoffsky, Kasatichkoffsky,
And all the others that end in off sky;
And Platoff he played them off,
And Markoff he marked them off,
And Tutchkoff he touched them off,
And Kutusoff he cut them off,
And Woronzoff he worried them off,
And Dochtoroff he doctored them off,
And Rodinoff he flogged them off;
And last of all an Admiral came,
A terrible man, with a terrible name,
A name which you all must know
all must know very well,

Nobody can speak, and nobody can spell.

They stuck close to Nap with all their might,

They were on the left and on the right,

Behind and before, and by day and by night;
Nap would rather parley-vous than fight;
But parley-vous would no more do,
Morbleu! Parbleu!

For they remembered Moscow!

And then came on the frost and snow,
All on the road from Moscow!
The Emperor Nap found, as he went,
That he was not quite omnipotent;
And worse and worse the weather grew,
The fields were so white and the sky so blue,
Morbleu! Ventrebleu!

What a terrible journey from Moscow!

The devil take the hindmost,

All on the road from Moscow!

Quoth Nap, who thought it small delight,
To fight all day and to freeze all night;
And so, not knowing what else to do,

When the fields were so white and the sky so blue, Morbleu! Parbleu!

He stole away, I tell you true,

All by himself from Moscow.

THE LORD OF BUTRAGO.

JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART.

"Your horse is faint, my King, my lord! your gallant horse is sick,

His limbs are torn, his breast is gored, on his eye the film is thick;

Mount, mount on mine, O, mount apace, I pray thee, mount and fly!

Or in my arms I'll lift your Grace, their trampling hoofs are night!

"My King, my King! you're wounded sore,-the blood runs from your feet;

But only lay a hand before, and I'll lift you to your seat;

Mount, Juan, for they gather fast!—I hear their coming cry,

Mount, mount, and ride for jeopardy,—I'll save you though I die!

"Stand, noble steed! this hour of need,-be gentle as a lamb;

I'll kiss the foam from off thy mouth,-thy master dear I am,

Mount, Juan, mount; whate'er betide, away the bridle fling,

And plunge the rowels in his side. My horse shall save my King!