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directly within easy musket range. No sooner had it been put in position, than rapid firing from the tower opened on the artillerymen, and was continued with such deadly precision that the cannon was hauled off after two or three discharges, with a loss of five men.

Finding that the artillery could not be used effectively, the Austrian commander determined upon an assault.

As the troops entered the pass, the firing from the tower opened again, with such vigor and accuracy that fifteen men fell, killed or disabled, before half the distance was reached.

In like manner, three more assaults were pulsed, and ere sunset the enemy had lost fortyfive men in killed and wounded. The Austrian commander noticed that the firing from the tower had been unusually rapid and accurate, and what was strange, every shot appeared to come from one particular point. For a time this puzzled him, but he finally concluded that there were several loopholes near together, and so situated in the tower as to bear directly on the defile.

As night approached, the Austrian commander again demanded the surrender of the garrison. This time he received a favorable reply. The garrison proposed to surrender in the morning, provided they were permitted to march out with their arms, and proceed to the French army without interruption. The terms were agreed to.

Latour d'Auvergne had passed a day of great anxiety. He began the fight with his thirty muskets, all loaded and ready for use. His fire had been rapid and accurate, for he was one of those efficient soldiers who seldom waste a shot.

A worthy object had caused him to bravely defend the tower, and that was, to hold the position long enough to enable the French army to accomplish its maneuver. This completed, he knew the pass would be of no use to the Austrians.

At sunrise the next morning, the Austrian troops were ranged in line on both sides of the pass, leaving a space between them for the garrison to march out. The massive door of the tower opened, and directly the brave old grenadier, almost staggering under his load of muskets, marched out, and passed along between the lines of soldiers. To the intense amazement of the Austrians, he was alone.

The Austrian commander, in surprise and astonishment, rode up to him and inquired why it was that the garrison did not follow him.

"I am the garrison, colonel," said the grenadier, proudly.

“What!” exclaimed the colonel, “do you mean to tell me that you alone defended the tower against my forces ?“I have that honor, colonel,”

the calm reply.

“How came you to make such a bold attempt, grenadier?" inquired the colonel.

Because, sir, the honor of France was in peril," replied the noble old soldier.

The colonel stood for a moment viewing the soldier with evident admiration. Then raising his cap, he said with much feeling, “Grenadier, I salute you. You have proved yourself the bravest of the brave."

The officer then gave orders to have all the



muskets which Latour d'Auvergne could not carry, senț with him into the French camp, and then wrote a letter to the French commander, relating the circumstances. When Napoleon learned the particulars of the affair, he desired to promote Latour d'Auvergne, but the latter preferred to remain a grenadier.

The brave old soldier was killed at the battle of Oberhausen, in June, 1800, and the simple and expressive scene at the daily roll-call of his regiment was ordered and continued by the great and appreciative Napoleon.

Notes. – Roll-call refers to the practice of assembling soldiers by tapping loudly upon a drum, and then calling over their names to find out whether or not all are present. The compliment to d'Auvergne consisted in keeping his name on the roll of the grenadiers after his death and having him accounted for daily as one whose deeds made him worthy of perpetual remembrance.

A piece of artillery is a single cannon, mortar, or howitzer. A battery of ten pieces, means a body of artillery containing ten pieces of ordnance-cannons, mortars, or howitzers.

Language. - What are the essential parts of every sentence ? What are the uses of adjectives and adverbs ? What words are employed to connect sentences ? Why are personal pronouns used instead of proper names ?


de fl'ant, bold; daring.
mi'ter, head-covering of a bishop.

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dyg'ni ty, true worth.
furlough, leave of absence.

On the right of the battalion a grenadier of Franco,
Struck through his iron harness by the lightning of a lance,
His breast all wet with British blood, his brow with British

breath, There fell defiant, face to face with England and with death.

They made a miter of his heart- they cleft it through and

throughOne half was for his legion, and the other for it too! The colors of a later day prophetic fingers shed, For lips were blue and cheeks were white and the fleur-de-lis N

was red! And the bugles blew, and the legion wheeled, and the grenadier

was dead.

And then the old commander rode slowly down the ranks,
And thought how brief the journey grew, between the battered

And the shadows in the moonlight fell strangely into line
Where the battle's reddest riot pledged the richest of the wine,
And the camp fires flung their phantoms,-all doing what they

could To close the flinty columns up as old campaigners would ! On he rode, the old commander, with the ensign in advance, And, as statued bronzes brighten with the smoky torch's glance Flashed a light in all their faces, like the flashing of a lance ; Then, with brow all bare and solemn, “For the King!” he

grandly said, “Lower the colors to the living - beat the ruffle N for the dead !” And thrice the red silk flickered low its flame of royal fire, And thrice the drums moaned out aloud the mourner's wild

desire. Ay, lower again, thou crimson cloud - again ye drums lament'Tis Racheln in the wilderness and Ramah N in the tent!

“Close up! Right dress!” the captain said, and they gathered O, then that a friendly mountain that summons might have

under the moon, As the shadows glide together when the sun shines down at


A stranger at each soldier's right-ah, war's wild work is grim! And so to the last of the broken line, and Death at the right of

him! And there, in the silence deep and dead, the sergeant called the

roll, And the name went wandering down the lines as he called a

passing soul.

heard, And flung across the desert dumb the shadow of the word, And caught the name that all forlorn along the legion ran, And clasped it to its mighty heart and sent it back to man!

There it stood, the battered legion, while the sergeant called the

roll, And the name went wandering down the lines as he called for

a passing soul. Hurra for the dumb, dead lion ! And a voice for the grenadier Rolled out of the ranks like a drum-beat, and sturdily answered


“He stood,” cried the sons of thunder, and their hearts ran over

the brim, “He stood by the old battalion, and we'll always stand by him! Ay, call for the grand crusader, and we'll answer to the name.” And what will ye say?" the sergeant said.


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And dare ye call that dying? The dignity sublime
That gains a furlough from the grave, and then reports to Time?
Doth earth give up the daisies to a little sun and rain,
And keep at their roots the heroes while weary ages wane?

Sling up the trumpet, Israfeel IN Sweet bugler of our God,
For nothing waits thy summons beneath this broken sod;
They march abreast with the ages to the thunder on the right,
For they bade the world “Good-morning!” when the world had
said “Good-night!”


Biography.- For biographical sketch of Benjamin Franklin Taylor, see page 204.

Notes.- Fleur-de-lis (flur-de-le'), the royal insignia or badge of France. It represents a lily, or, as some insist, the head of a javelin.

Beat the ruffle rieans beat a low, vibrating sound on a drum, not so loud as a roll-call.

Râ'chel, the youngest daughter of La' ban and wife of Jacob. She was the mother of Joseph and Benjamin.

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