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Then he made his message fast, love's first letter, and its Last;
To his saddle-bow he tied it, while liis lip:; were white with pain.
" Bear my message,2 if not me, safe to little Bess,” said lie.
Then lie leaned down in the saddle, and clutched hard the sweaLy
mane.

Just at dusk, a horse of brown,- fleeked with loam, came panting down
To the settlement at Crawford, and she stopped at Bessie's door.
But her rider seemed asleep. Ah, his slumber was .so deep17
Bessie’s voice could never wake him, if she called forever more.

You will hear the .story told 3 by the young and by the old
in the settlement at Crawford’s, of the night when Red Plume came ;
Of the sharp and bloody fi^ht; how the child fell and the flight
Of the panic-stricken warriors. Then they speak Vcnarez' name,

In an awed and reverent way, as men utter “ Let us pray,”
As we speak the name of1- heroes, thinking how they lived and died;
So his memory is kept green, while his face and heaven between
Grow the flowers Bessie planted, ere they laid 7 her by his side.

LA TOUR D’AUVERGNE.
1,4 Tour D 5 Auvergne was a French soldier noted tor his bravery. Napoleon, fit
one time, hy order o f the 11, i rue lory, sent him a sword with an inscription declaring
lii:n to he “ J’irtt grcuadiur of the Armies of the K e p u h t i c . T h i s he refiL.soil n>
accept, Say in'* : “ Among soldiers 'here neither (irst Or lusl,'1 lie ste;i<;-,ly
rcfuft.il advancement in military ranh, flucl was killed, a simple Captain, ju n e i\s.
njo;>. When, he died, the \\rho5e Frcncli nation mourned for him three days, ;n<l
!intil 28:4 lus name continued to be called at the muslcT-foli, win.-:! the widest -;•!'■
gcant iiiiswered : Dierl on the field o f honor.”
[The gesture ligurcs refer to tlic corresponding numbers in Part I.J
N C E at eve a soldier brave
O Hastened up a stony way;

Rocks and shrubs and t-nglcd vines
Kailed'1 his struggling steps to stay.
Leaping swift*1 from crag to crag,

Not a mom ent did he lag.