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i) «ae Chevalier D’ Assas, le Decius Francois, étant a Closter-Kamp en 1760, poste: 
prés d’un bois pendant la nuit, avec un détachement du Regiment d’ Auvergne, entra 
seul, dans. ce bois) pour, Je fouiller, et se yit tout-a-coup environné d’une, troupe. 
Weimemis, Ceux-ci, lui appuyant leurs baionettes sur le poitrine Je menacent de la 
mort s'il dit'un ‘mot.’ De ce mot dépendait la surprise ‘de son poste et vraisemblable? 
rent dé I’armiée: *D’Assas n’hésite pas; il cria, ‘fA moi, Auvergne!) ce sontiles 
ennemis ”’, etilitombe percé de coups. — FLORIAN. sow bas 
Aone throngh gloomy forest-shades 
A soldier went by night ; 
No moon-beam pierced the hollow glades, 
No guiding star shed light. 
The darkness that about him lay 
Was filled with boding tones, 
The massy boughs that arched his way, 
From every leaf sent moans. 
bisd But on his vigil’s midnight round 
The warrior cheerly passed, 
Unstayed by aught of mournful sound 
That muttered in the blast. 
: Bi Where were his thoughts that lonely hour? 
In his far home perchance ; 
His father’s hall, his mother’s bower, aoe 
Midst the gay vines of France: 
Wandering from battles lost and won, yes 
To hear and bless again ; 
The rolling of the wide Garonne, 
tud Or murmur of the Seine. 
Hush! hark!—did stealing steps go by? 
Came not faint whispers near ? 
No! the wild wind hath many a sigh 
Amidst the foliage sere. 
Hark, yet again !—and from his hand 
What grasp hath wrenched the blade? 
Oh! single ’midst a hostile band, 
Young Soldier! thou’rt betrayed! 
“ Silence!” in under-tones.they cry, 
“ No murmur—not a breath! 
The word that warns thy comrades nigh, of 
Shall sentence thee to death!” ae 
Still at the bayonet’s point he stood; } ile nt 
RS And strong to meet the blow, t ot wails 
yiisin And shouted, ’midst his rushing blood, ind Bis 
Fit 31 « Arm, arm, Auyergne !—the foe!” oh 
The stir, the tramp, the bugle-call, d+ oven ow 
He heard their tumult grow, ts -gqidovorg 
oa’ y And sent his dying voice through all; { viqnis a9sob s 
«- sd-teas e ons .Oncemore, “ Auvergne! the foe! 0.0. a0) FH ny 
