LXXV.—BINGEN ON THE RHINE.
Hon. Mrs. Norton.
A soldier of the Legion, lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman’s nursing, there was dearth of woman’s tears;
But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away,
And bent with pitying glances, to hear what he might say.
The dying soldier faltered, as he took that comrade’s hand,
And he said: “I never more shall see my own, my native land;
Take a message, and a token, to some distant friends of mine,