Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the sabre-stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT

By ROBERT BURNS

S there, for honest poverty,

IS

Wha1 hangs his head, and a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by,

We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,

Our toils obscure, and a' that;
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd2 for a' that!

What though on hamely3 fare we dine,
Wear hodden-gray, and a' that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that!

For a' that, and a' that,

Their tinsel show and a' that;

The honest man though e'er sae poor,

Is king o' men for a' that!

1. Who is the Scotch form of cho. It modifies a man, understood, after is there.

2. Goud means gold.

3. Hamely means homely, in the sense of simple, or common.

4. Hodden-gray is coarse woolen cloth.

5. Gie is the Scotch contraction for give.

6

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd' a lord,

Wha struts, and stares, and a' that;
Though hundreds worship at his word
He's but a coofs for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,

His ribbon, star, and a' that;
The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak' a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he mauna1o fa" that!
For a' that, and a' that,

Their dignities, and a' that;

The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may-
As come it will for a' that—

That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree,12 and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,

It's coming yet, for a' that,

When man to man, the warld o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that!

6. A birkie is a conceited, forward fellow.

7. Ca'd is a contracted form of called.
8. A coof is a stupid person, a blockhead.

9. Aboon means above.

10. Mauna is must not.

11. Fa' means try.

12. Bear the gree means carry off the victory.

B

BREATHES THERE THE MAN
By SIR WALTER SCOTT

REATHES there the man with soul so dead

Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall

go down

To the vile dust from whence he sprung,

Unwept, unhonored,

and unsung.

HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE

HOW

By WILLIAM COLLINS

OW sleep the brave, who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blessed!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,.
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there!

G

QUEEN VICTORIA

By ANNA MCCALEB

EORGE III, King of England, was by no means fortunate in his sons, for there was in the most of them little of which a father could be proud. Edward, Duke of Kent, the fourth son, was by far the best; he was honorable, generous and charitable, so much so in fact that he lived far beyond the small income which his royal father was willing to allow him. This son married, and to him was born on the twenty-fourth of May, 1819, in the Palace of Kensington at London, a daughter.

One month after her birth the child was baptized with great ceremony, a gold font being brought from the Tower for the purpose, and the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of London officiating. The Prince of Wales, at that time acting as Prince Regent in the place of his father, who was insane, was the chief sponsor for the child, and he gave her the name of Alexandrina in honor of Alexander, Emperor of Russia. The Duke of Kent wished her to bear her mother's name also, and George IV added the name Victoria. "Little Drina," the child was usually called when she was small, but when she grew older she decided that her mother's name should stand second to no other, and desired that she be called simply Victoria. There were uncles and cousins and her own father between the little prin