The French journals, in describing the assault upon, and the carrying of this barricade, illustrated the enthusiastic patriotism of the insurgents, with the story of a young and beautiful girl, who, in the hottest of the fight, leaped upon the ramparts, flag in hand, and waving it gallantly above her head, shouting—liberté—fell, pierced by a hundred bullets, outside the barricade. It was Ella Corbyn.
SONG OF THE SPIRIT OF THE NORTH.
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BY WILLIAM ALBERT SUTLIFFE.
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Midnight was brooding o’er the Arctic highlands
Midnight, the dim, and faint, and strangely cold;
When on an iceberg, ’mid the icy islands,
Sat the chill Northern Spirit, weird, and cold.