THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.

To every danger of the hour,

Until it proved it had the power

To bear them safely to the beach
Which they were glad enough to reach.

While through Parisian streets so grand
One evening moved the Brownie band,
Said one: “At length the land we trace
That holds a brave and warlike race.
O’er many a field, if history ’s true,
Their proud, victorious eagles flew,
When led by some commander grim
Who valued neither life nor limb;
And signs you see on every side
Still show that spirit has not died,
. But slumbers to break out anew
When some Napoleon comes in view.”

Another said: ‘They ’Il wait a while
Before some unpretentious isle

Gives forth another who ’ll display
Such wondrous powers in our day.”
A third remarked: ‘‘We hope they will.
Who wants another born, to kill

And devastate the countries wide

To simply gratify his pride?”

Not long the Brownies rambled round
Before Napoleon’s tomb they found.
The massive crypt that holds his dust

Drew every eye, as still it must
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