No More Learning

Read yet the orders: 'Forward, march! ' and 'charge! '" Then from the lime,
Which burnt the bones but left the soul (Oh! tyrants' useless crime! )
Will rise reply: "Yes! " "yes! " and "yes! " the thousand, thousandth time!

H. L. W.





THE BOY ON THE BARRICADE.

_("Sur une barricade. ")_

[June, 1871. ]


Like Casabianca on the devastated deck,
In years yet younger, but the selfsame core.
Beside the battered barricado's restless wreck,
A lad stood splashed with gouts of guilty gore,
But gemmed with purest blood of patriot more.

Upon his fragile form the troopers' bloody grip
Was deeply dug, while sharply challenged they:
"Were you one of this currish crew? "--pride pursed his lip,
As firm as bandog's, brought the bull to bay--
While answered he: "I fought with others. Yea! "

"Prepare then to be shot! Go join that death-doomed row. "
As paced he pertly past, a volley rang--
And as he fell in line, mock mercies once more flow
Of man's lead-lightning's sudden scathing pang,
But to his home-turned thoughts the balls but sang.

"Here's half-a-franc I saved to buy my mother's bread! "--
The captain started--who mourns not a dear,
The dearest! mother! --"Where is she, wolf-cub? " he said
Still gruffly. "There, d'ye see? not far from here. "
"Haste! make it hers!