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keeps silence under the hope of sharing in the booty, further developes the notions of right and wrong which prevail amongst these encamped soldiers. But a still broader light is thrown upon them in the following striking verses.

ARTILLERY SOLDIER (to the SERGEANT).
• How fares it, brother Carbinier ?
Must we much longer here be pent
Now that the Swede has struck his tent?

• SERGEANT.
Are you so soon upon the fret ?
The roads are not in order yet.

ARTILLERYMAN.
• Not I: we sit in comfort here.
But the last

messenger

relates
That Ratisbon has oped her gates.

- TRUMPETER.
Then must we get our reins in hand.

SERGEANT.
• Forsooth to guard Bavaria's land.-
No mighty haste to bring relief

To those who hate and harm our chief.
Scene V.-The former :-two YAGERS, SUTLER'S WIFE, CHILDREN,

SCHOOLMASTER.

- TRUMPETER.

is that? the two, I mean,
Dizened in silver lace and green.

SERGEANT.
* Holk's Yägers. There is ’broidery there
Which scarce could be matched at Leipsig's fair.

SUTLER'S WIFE (brings wine.)
• Good morrow,

masters.
FIRST YAGER.

Why, bless me, dame,
'Tis surely the Gustel.

Sutler's Wife.

• Kind sir, the same;
From Blasewitz village.--And save us all !
Why 'tis Master Peter—we named The Tall ;
Who brought to the regiment one fine night
His father's dollars all fresh and bright,
At Gluckstadt's city.

FIRST YAGER.

And quitted then,
For a soldier's musket, the office pen.

SUTLER'S WIFE.
• We were well acquainted in times long past.

FIRST YAGER,
• And meet, old lady, in Pilsen at last.

SUTLER'S WIFE.
• 'Tis the chance of war; we are here to-day,
And gone to-morrow-

and far away.

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This war is a besom ; we wander and tramp,
As it sweeps us onward, from camp to camp.
I have made some journeys.

• FIRST YAGER

So I should say. You bear the marks.

• SUTLER'S WIFE.

*They brought me as far,
With the baggage-waggons, as Temeswar,
When they hunted fierce old Mansfield down.
With the Duke to Stralsund then I stray'd,
And lost in the trenches my stock in trade.
So I followed the succours to Mantua's town;
Came back with Feria : then I went
With a Spanish corps on a tour to Ghent;
And came to see how Bohemia looks,
Pouch some old debts, and make up my books.
I look to have payment for money lent,
If the Prince should help me—and there's my tent.

• FIRST Yager.
* And what is become of your old ally-
The Scotsman who kept your company?

SUTLER's WIFE.
• The knave! one morning off he flew;
He and my little savings too.
The scapegrace yonder--he left me that.

· CHILD. • Is it my papa you mean?

• FIRST YAGER.

The brat • Will be wanted one day when the state needs men, And must feed at the Emperor's cost till then.

• SchooLMASTER. * To your lessons-march.

• First YAGER.

• How slow it treads; • Already the schoolroom's air it dreads.

• SUTLER'S MAID. Aunt, they are going.

SUTLER'S WIFE.

Well, I hear.

· First YAGER. • Whence does that roguish face appear?

SUTLER'S WIFE. . My sister's child.-- From Austria's land.

• FIRST YAGER. ' Aye, aye, a niece: I understand.

Second YAGER (holding back the girl.) • And why, sweet child, so fast away?

• GIRL. • There are guests to serve,

not stay. [Extricates herself and exit.

and I may

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. FIRST YAGER.
"A choicer bit is seldom seen.
And the aunt.-The time has been,
When for that little mask was spent
The best blood in the regiment.
Well, faces change, and time will run ;
Much we must see beneath the sun.

[To the TRUMPETER and Sergeant. Your health, my masters.We sit with you,

By your permission.'-pp. 20-26. The sutler's wife's story of her wanderings, breathes the very air of the camp. To have been robbed of her savings by a Scotch lover or husband, and left with a child to take care of; and the appearance of the Austrian beauty whom she calls her niece, are also highly characteristic features in her diversified career. It must be owned that all this portion of the dialogue, which is understood to present many perplexing difficulties to the English translator, is rendered with equal freedom and grace.

The sergeant, a formal sort of fellow, who affects a great regard for discipline, gives to his new companions a cordial reception. Their fine dress, their hose, and lace, and plumed hat, and fine linen, excite, naturally enough, the jealousy of the trumpeter. The sergeant disdains such happiness, greatly preferring to them the honour of being the 'Friedlander's Own,' whose uniform was of rather a more sober description. What, says the yager, have we not also the honour of serving the Duke? We almost see the sergeant answering him with a toss of the head.

• Sergeant.
• Yes : you are a part of the general throng.

· First YAGER.
* And to what by distinction do you belong?
I think that the uniform draws the line
I shall gladly abide by this coat of mine.

SERGEANT.
• I pity your notions, but cannot condemn;
You live with the peasants, and think with them.
The air, the manner, the tone to gain,
One must be in the Duke's peculiar train.

FIRST YAGER.
Oh, yes : in trifles you hit it off ;
You can spit like the Friendlander-ape his cough ;
But the spirit, the genius, with which to his aid
His dukedom was won, and his fortune made,

Are not to be learnt on the guard's parade.'—pp. 27, 28. The second yager comes to the assistance of his companion, and gives a singularly wild and frightful account of the scenes in which they had already been engaged, shewing how well fitted they are for the cause which they have now taken up. The scene is long, but it is interesting, and admirably translated.

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• SECOND YAGER. Question, and ask us, what men we beman The Friendlander's huntsmen wild are we. We shame not the title; for free we go Over the country of friend or foe; Over furrow and ridge, through the yellow corn, They know the yell of Holk's Yäger-horn. In the lapse of an instant near and far, Swift as the sin-flood there we are As the red fire-flame through the rafters breaks In the dead of the dark night when no man wakes : To fight or to fly they may neither avail, Drill and discipline both must fail ; In the sinewy arm may the maiden strainWar has no pity, she struggles in vain. Now ask, if ye doubt me ask far and wide ; In Baireuth and Cassel, and elsewhere beside. Where'er we have marched they remember us well; 'Their children's children the tale shall tell For the age to come, and for others too-Where Holk and his squadrons have once marched through.

• SERGEANT. • Hear how he talks. Is the soldier found In the riot and waste which he spreads around ? The sharpness makes him—the dash, the tact, The cunning to plan and the spirit to act.

• FIRST YAGER. • 'Tis liberty makes him! That I should hear Such phrases unmeet for a soldier's earThat I should have left the rod and the school, The inky desk and the pedant's rule, In the tent of the soldier again to find The galley-slave work which I left behind. I will swim with the current, and idle stray For change and for novelty every day; To the will of the instant give myself o'er, Look not behind me and look not before : For this I'm the Emperor's, body and limb, My cares and my troubles make over to him. Let him order me straight where the battle is liot, Through the smoke of the cartridge, the hailstorm of shot, Or o'er the blue deeps of the hurrying Rhine: Let the third man be down to the end of the line, I will march where he will, so that freedom be mine; But as for restraint I must beg for a truce, And for every thing further I make my excuse.

SERGEANT. • In truth what you ask is no mighty affair; 'Tis but little, in conscience, you claim for your share.

. FIRST YAGER. • What a coil and a turmoil, in word and in deed, With that plague of his people-Gustavus the Swede.

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His camp was a church and a chapel each tent,
And to it at morning and evening we went ;
To psalms and to prayers round the standard we flew,
By the morning reveille and the evening tattoo ;
And if we but ventured an oath or a jest,
He wculd preach from the saddle as well as the best.

• SERGEANT.
• He ruled in religion and godly fear.

"FIRST YAGER. * And as for the girls they must fly the camp, Or straight to the altar both parties must tramp. This last was too much, and I left him here.

SERGEANT.
• The Swede, on this head, now is less severe.

• FIRST YAGER.
So I rode where the Leaguist had just sat down,
And opened his trenches 'gainst Magdeburgh town.
Aye, there was a different game to play-
All was jovial, merry, and gay;

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Dice and women, and plenty of wine-
The stakes were deep and the sport was fine:
For the fierce old Tilly knew how to command.
Though he governed himself with an iron hand,
He could blink at our faults, and the soldier would claim
The license denied to his own old frame;
And if from the chest he had little to give,
He went by the proverb of live and let live.
But Tilly's fortunes might not stand fast,
And he lost his all on the Leipzick cast;
All crumbled at once and to pieces fell-
No scheme would answer, no blow would tell;
Where we came, and where we knocked,
Faces were surly, and doors were locked.
We begged and we wandered the country round,
For the old respect was not to be found;
So to mend my fortunes I marched away
To the Saxon's forces, and touched his pay.

· SERGEANT. • You nicked the moment: no doubt

you

fell On Bohemia's plunder.

FIRST YAGER.

" It went not well;
For their cursed discipline held us tight,
And we dared not demean us as foes outright.
We had castles to guard which we longed to burn-
With compliments, speeches, at every turn,
The war was a jest, and we played our part
In such childish sport with but half an heart.
In a wholesale fashion we might not deal,
No honour nor profit to win or steal;
And to fly from a life which I liked so ill
I had well nigh returned to the desk and quill,

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