o' men,

Up an' doun the morn I ken the bugle-horn,
Ilka birdie sma' is a fleein' cannon ba',

An' whiddie, whuddie, whaddie, gang the auld wheels twa.

Oppressive with its mind.

Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans
That soar, to earth may fall,

Let once my army-leader Lannes
Waver at yonder wall,"

e'en gie up for lost!

Gin ye gain the battle hae ye countit a' the cost? Ye may win a gran' name, but wad wee Jack come hame ?

Dinna fecht, dinna fecht! there's room for us a'! An' whiddie, whuddie, whaddie, gang the auld wheels twa.

In vain, in vain, in vain! They are marching

near and far!

Wi' swords an' wi' slings an' wi' instruments o' war! O, day sae dark an' sair! ilka man seven feet an' mair!

I bow my head an' say, "Gin the Lord wad smite them a'!"

An' whiddie, whuddie, whaddie, gang the auld wheels twa.

Then forth fra' their ban' there steps an armèd man, His tairge at his breast an' his claymore in his han', His gowd pow glitters fine an' his shadow fa's behin',

I think o' great Goliath as he stan's before them a', An' whiddie, whuddie, whaddie, gang the auld wheels twa.

To meet the Philistine leaps a laddie fra' our line, O, my heart! O, my heart! 't is that wee lad o' mine!

I start to my legs - an' doun fa' the eggs -
The cocks an' hens a' they cackle an' they ca',
An' whiddie, whuddie, whaddie, gang the auld
wheels twa.

O Jock, my Hielan' lad-O Jock, my Hielan' lad, Never till I saw thee that moment was I glad! Aye sooner sud thou dee before thy mother's ee' Than a man o' the clan sud hae stept out but thee! An' sae I cry to God while the hens cackle a', An' whiddie, whuddie, whaddie, gang the auld wheels twa.

SIDNEY DOBELL.

INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.

You know we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away,
On a little mound, Napoleon

Stood on our storming-day;

A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound.

Then off there flung in smiling joy,
And held himself erect

By just his horse's mane, a boy :
You hardly could suspect
(So tight he kept his lips compressed,
Scarce any blood came through),
You looked twice ere you saw his breast
Was all but shot in two.

"Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace
We've got you Ratisbon !
The marshal's in the market-place,

And you'll be there anon

To see your flag-bird flap his vans
Where I, to heart's desire,
Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans
Soared up again like fire.

The chief's eye flashed; but presently
Softened itself, as sheathes

A film the mother-eagle's eye

When her bruised eaglet breathes:
You're wounded!" "Nay," his soldier's pride
Touched to the quick, he said:

"I'm killed, sire!" And, his chief beside,
Smiling, the boy fell dead.

They listened for life; the rattling fire

Far off, and the far-off roar,

Were all; and the colonel shook his head,
And they turned to their guns once more.

But Jessie said, "The slogan's done;
But winna ye hear it noo.

The Campbells are comin'? It's no a dream;
Our succors hae broken through!"

We heard the roar and the rattle afar,
But the pipes we could not hear;

So the men plied their work of hopeless war,
And knew that the end was near.

HUDIBRAS' SWORD AND DAGGER.

His puissant sword unto his side
Near his undaunted heart was tied,
With basket hilt that would hold broth,
And serve for fight and dinner both.
In it he melted lead for bullets

To shoot at foes, and sometimes pullets,
To whom he bore so fell a grutch
He ne'er gave quarter to any such.
The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty,
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself, for lack

Of somebody to hew and hack.

The peaceful scabbard, where it dwelt,
The rancor of its edge had felt;
For of the lower end two handful
It had devoured, it was so manful;
And so much scorned to lurk in case,
As if it durst not show its face.

This sword a dagger had, his page,
That was but little for his age,
And therefore waited on him so
As dwarfs unto knight-errants do.
It was a serviceable dudgeon,
Either for fighting or for drudging.
When it had stabbed or broke a head,
It would scrape trenchers or chip bread,
Toast cheese or bacon, though it were
To bait a mouse-trap 't would not care ;
"T would make clean shoes, and in the earth
Set leeks and onions, and so forth :
It had been 'prentice to a brewer,
Where this and more it did endure;
But left the trade, as many more
Have lately done on the same score.

SAMUEL BUTLER.

HOTSPUR'S DESCRIPTION OF A FOP.
FROM "KING HENRY IV.," PART L.

BUT I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dressed,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reaped,
Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumèd like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box which ever and anon

He gave his nose, and took 't away again ;-
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff:- and still he smiled and talked;
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

With many holiday and lady terms

He questioned me; among the rest, demanded My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pestered with a popinjay,

Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answered neglectingly, I know not what,

He should, or he should not; for he made me mad
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, God save the mark!

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villanous saltpeter should be digged
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly, and, but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.

THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA.

["Some Seiks, and a private of the Buffs, having remained behind with the grog-carts, fell into the hands of the Chinese. On the next day they were brought before the authorities and ordered to per

form Kotor. The Seiks obeyed, but Moyse, the English soldier,

declared he would not prostrate himself before any Chinaman alive,

and was immediately knocked upon the head, and his body thrown

upon a dunghill." - China Correspondent of the "London Times."

LAST night, among his fellow roughs,

He jested, quaffed, and swore;
A drunken private of the Buffs,
Who never looked before.

To-day, beneath the foeman's frown,
He stands in Elgin's place,
Ambassador from Britain's crown,
And type of all her race.

Poor, reckless, rude, low-born, untaught, Bewildered, and alone,

A heart, with English instinct fraught,
He yet can call his own.

Ay, tear his body limb from limb,
Bring cord or ax or flame,

He only knows that not through him
Shall England come to shame.

Far Kentish hop-fields round him seemed,
Like dreams, to come and go;
Bright leagues of cherry-blossom gleamed,
One sheet of living snow;
The smoke above his father's door
In gray soft eddyings hung;
Must he then watch it rise no more,
Doomed by himself so young?

Yes, honor calls! - with strength like steel He put the vision by;

"The Buffs" are the East Kent regiment.