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In the low whisper than tempestuous tone:
He who in earnest studies o'er his part
BY FLORENCE EARL COATES.
[In The Outlook. ]
'Tis the front toward life that matters most
The tone, the point of view,
Remains untouched and true;
For death in patroit fight may be
Less gallant than a smile,
Seems in itself worth while !
BY A. CONAN DOYLE. [The French Army, including a part of the Irish Brigade, under Marshal Villeroy, held the fortified town of Cremona during the winter of 1702. Prince Eugène, with the Imperial Army, surprised it one morning, and, owing to the treachery of a priest, occupied the whole city before the alarm was given. Villeroy was captured, together with many of the French garrison. The Irish, however, consisting of the regiments of Dillon and of Burke, held a fort commanding the river gate, and deferded themselves all day, in spite of Prince_Eugène's efforts to win them over to his cause. Eventually Eugène, being unable to take the post, was compelled to withdraw from the city.)
The Grenadiers of Austria are proper men and tall;
And the morning saw them masters of Cremona.
There's not a man to whisper, there's not a horse to neigh,
They are holding every vantage in Cremona.
And I sorely fear we both have lost Cremona."
And the black and yellow flag flies o'er Cremona."
there; Says he, “Come in your shirt,
* From "Songs of Action.” Copyright 1898 by Doubleday & McClure Co., New York.
And you won't take any hurt,
For the morning air is pleasant in Cremona."
Major Dan O'Mahony is at the barrack gate,
Ere the Kaiserlics shall boast they hold Cremona.
Major Dan O'Mahony has reached the river fort, And just six hundred Irish lads are joining in the sport; "Come, take a hand!” says he, “And if you
will stand by me, Then it's glory to the man who takes Cremona!"
Prince Eugène of Austria has frowns upon his face,
That only they are left in all Cremona!"
MacDonnell he has reigned his mare beside the river
dike. And he has tied the parley flag upon a sergeant's pike; Six companies were there From Limerick and Clare,
The last of all the guardians of Cremona.
"Now, Major Dan O'Mahony, give up the river gate,
And no quarter for the Irish in Cremona!"
And Major Dan he laughed: “Faith, if what you say be
true, And if they will not come until they hear again from you, Then there will be no attack, For you're never going back,
And we'll keep you snug and safely in Cremona.”
All the weary day the German stormers came,
They have filled the ditch with dead,
But they cannot win the gateway of Cremona.
All the weary day, again, again, again,
It's a mighty price they're paying for Cremona.
Time and time they came with the deep-mouthed German
roar, Time and time they broke like the wave upon the shore, For better men were there From Limerick and Clare,
And who will take the gateway of Cremona ?
Prince Eugène has watched, and he gnaws his nether lip; Prince Eugène has cursed as he saw his chances slip: "Call off! Call off !” he cried, "It is nearing eventide,
And I fear our work is finished in Cremona."
Says Wauchop of McAulliffe, “Their fire is growing
slack.” Says Major Dan O'Mahony, "It is their last attack; But who will stop the game while there's light to play
And to walk a short way with them from Cremona?"
And so they snarl behind them, and beg them turn and
come, They have taken Neuberg's standard, they have taken
The Kaiserlics are riding to Cremona.
call; But what's the odds of that, For it's all the same to Pat
If he pays his debt in Dublin or Cremona,
Says General de Vaudray, "You've done a soldier's
work! And every tongue in France shall talk of Dillon and of
It is granted to the heroes of Cremona."
"Why, then," says Dan O'Mahony, “one favor we en
treat, We were called a little early, and our toilet's not com
plete. We've no quarrel with the shirt, But the breeches wouldn't hurt,
For the evening air is chilly in Cremona."
The Hero of the Hill*
BY EDMUND VANCE COOK. Do you ever stop to watch a horse pull a big load up a
hill ? There's something fine about the way he sends his rugged
will Down through those quivering shoulders, till it seems as
if he clutched And hurled the hill behind his heels until the top is
touched. It gives a man new courage when he comes to his steep
grade To think of that example which the plucky beast has
But if the load prove stronger; if the horse, with hoofs
outspread, With reddened nostrils, foaming flanks, and bowing,
straining head, * From “Rimes to be Read.” Copyright 1905, Dodge Publishing Co. Reprinted by permission of the author.