A great hot plain from lake to ocean spread,
Through it a level river slowly drawn:
He moved with a vast crowd, and at its head
Streamed banners like the dawn.
Then came a blinding flash, a deafening roar,
And dissonant cries of terror and dismay;
Blood trickled down the river’s reedy shore,
And with the dead he lay.
The morn broke in upon his solemn dream,
And still with steady pulse and deepening eye,
“Where bugles call,” he said, “and rifles gleam,
I follow, though I die.”
TWO COLLEGE FRIENDS.
“‘At dawn,’ he said, ‘I bid them all farewell,
To go where bugles blow and rifles gleam;’
And with the waking thought asleep he fell,
And wandered into dream.”
[I.]
THE LECTURE ON DOMESTIC ARTS.
It was quarter after two in the afternoon, and the Professor was sitting at his desk, engaged in arranging the notes of his lecture, when there came a knock on the door.