Tramp! tramp! o'er the greensward The fierce horses go! And the grim-visaged colonel, One hand on the sabre, And one on the rein, The troopers move forward In line on the plain. As rings the word "Gallop!" The steel scabbards clank, And each rowel is pressed To a horse's hot flank: And swift is their rush As the wild torrent's flow, When it pours from the crag On the valley below. Charge!" thunders the leader : Like shaft from the bow Each mad horse is hurled Are dashed on the square. Of aught may betide, Like wind-scattered reeds. Vain-vain the red volley That bursts from the square,— The random-shot bullets Are wasted in air. Triumphant, remorseless, Unerring as death,No sabre that 's stainless Returns to its sheath. The wounds that are dealt For the surgeon to heal. Rein up your hot horses And call in your men,— The trumpet sounds " Rally Some comrades are slain, And some noble horses Lie stark on the plain; But war 's a chance game, boys, And weeping is vain. "C ROLL-CALL. BY N. G. SHEPHERD. ORPORAL Green!" the Orderly cried; "Here!" was the answer, loud and clear, From the lips of the soldier who stood near,— And "Here!" was the word the next replied. "Cyrus Drew!"-then a silence fell: This time no answer followed the call; Only his rear-man had seen him fall: Killed or wounded-he could not tell. There they stood in the failing light, The fern on the hill-sides was splashed with blood, For the foe had crossed from the other side "Herbert Kline!" At the call there came Two stalwart soldiers into the line, Bearing between them this Herbert Kline, Wounded and bleeding, to answer his name. "Ezra Kerr !"—and a voice answered, "Here ! " "Hiram Kerr!"-but no man replied. They were brothers, these two; the sad winds sighed, And a shudder crept through the cornfield near. "Ephraim Deane !"-then a soldier spoke : "Close to the road-side his body lies; I paused a moment and gave him a drink; He murmured his mother's name, I think, And Death came with it, and closed his eyes." 'T was a victory; yes, but it cost us dear,— For that company's roll, when called at night, |