20 SELECT POETRY

Ah! where is now that boasted valour flown,

That in the tented field so late was shown?

Achilles weeps, great Hector hangs his head,

And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed.
Mrs. Leicester.

 

THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM;!
OR, THE PRICE OF A VICTORY.

Ir was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar’s work was done,
And he, before his cottage door,
Was sitting in the sun ;
And by him sported on the green,
His little grandchild, Wilhelmine.

She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round,
That he beside the rivulet,
In playing there had found ;
She ran to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.

Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by ;
And then the old man shook his head,
And with a natural sigh,
* Tis some poor fellow’s skull,” said he,
“ Who fell in the great victory.

“T find them in my garden, for
There's many hereabout ;

1 This dreadful battle was fought in Queen Anne's reign,
nt Blenheim, a village in Bavaria, situated on the Danube.