O better that her shattered hulk Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! Oliver Wendell Holmes. THE RED THREAD OF HONOR. A.D. 1845. TOLD TO THE AUTHOR BY THE LATE GENERAL SIR CHARLES JAMES NAPIER. ELEVEN men of England A breastwork charged in vain ; Lie stripped, and gashed, and slain. Some twenty had been mastered, Whilst Napier piloted his wondrous way Then flashed at once, on each fierce clan, dismay, 1 A stronghold in the Desert, supposed to be inaccessible and impregnable. These missed the glen to which their steps were bent, Mistook a mandate, from afar half heard, The robber-chief mused deeply, "Bring here," at length he shouted, Their souls, if Allah will, But we must keep unbroken The old rules of the Hill. 66 Before the Ghiznee tiger Leapt forth to burn and slay; Before the holy Prophet Taught our grim tribes to pray; 1 Before Secunder's 1 lances Pierced through each Indian glen, The mountain laws of honor Were framed for fearless men. 1 Alexander. 66 Still, when a chief dies bravely, We bind with green one wrist, Green for the brave; for heroes The green one, or the red?" "Our brethren, laid in honored graves, may wear Their green reward," each noble savage said; "To these, whom hawks and hungry wolves shall tear, Who dares deny the red?" Thus conquering hate, and steadfast to the right, Once more the chief gazed keenly Down on those daring dead; From his good sword their heart's blood Crept to that crimson thread. Once more he cried: "The judgment, Good friends, is wise and true; "These were not stirred by anger, "As, without sound or struggle, The stars unhurrying march, Where Allah's finger guides them, Through yonder purple arch; These Franks, sublimely silent, Without a quickened breath, Went, in the strength of duty, Straight to their goal of death. “If I were now to ask you To name our bravest man, |