"Let my children then be taught what these few events are; let them be spared the life's labor of turning over the mountain of dross which time has heaped up, in search of the scattered gems which are to lighten their path through the world; conduct them at once into the only treasury of true knowledge—that treasury which Philosophy has gleaned from the experience of thousands of generations."
SONG OF LEE'S LEGION.
| Our chargers are plunging and pawing the ground, And champing and tossing the white foam around— So fleet to pursue, and so mighty to crush, No foe will remain in the path where they rush. Away, then, my heroes—away, then, away! Let "Freedom or Death!" be the watchword to-day. Remember the burnings we witnessed last night; The fair and the feeble we passed in their flight; The wail of the wounded, the red blood that flowed, Still warm in the path, where by moonlight we rode. Away, then, &c. The marauder is nigh—he is hurrying back; The sand, as we gallop, still falls in his track. On! on! then, our swords for the battle are rife, And soon they shall drink at the fountain of life. Away, then, &c. |
Prince Edward.