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V.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

VI.

I wind about, and in and out,

With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout,

And here and there a grayling.

VII.

And here and there a foamy flake

Upon me, as I travel,
With many a silvery water-break

Above the golden gravel.

VIII.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,

I slide by hazel covers,
I move the sweet forget-me-nots

That grow for happy lovers.

IX.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,

Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance

Against my sandy shallows.

X.

I murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wildernesses,
I linger by my shingly bars,

I loiter round my cresses.

XI.

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

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ACOR, Liv TILDEN FC

XXV.THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL.

PART FIRST.

TH

HE two armies are now in presence, prepared,

poorly enough on our side, but as fully as the occasion will permit—for action. Before we follow them to the fatal encounter, let us pause for a moment, and contemplate in fancy the picture that was then exhibited by the two Peninsulas and the surrounding waters and country. Transport yourselves with me to the heights at the northern extremity of Boston,—then the post of observation of the British commander and his staff,-and let us look forth from that elevated point upon the spiritstirring scene.

2. Before us flows the silver-winding Charles, not, as now, interrupted by numerous bridges, but pursuing a smooth, unbroken way to the ocean. Between us and the Charlestown shore are the ships of war, the Somerset, the Lively, and the Falcon: the Glasgow lies on the left, within the mouth of the river. Their black and threatening hulks pour forth, at every new discharge, fresh volumes of smoke that hang like fleecy clouds upon the air. I see their lightnings flash: I hear their thunders repeated in deafening echoes by all the neighboring hills.

3. From time to time as the veil of smoke is cleared away, I see before me on the opposite side, rising by a gentle ascent, two sister hills, clothed in the green luxuriance of the first flush of vegetation, excepting where their summits are broken by the low and hasty works of the Americans. Behind these scanty defenses methinks I see our gallant fathers swarming to the rescue of freedom and the country. Their homely apparel has but little to attract the eye; but now and then when some favorite officer makes his appearance, a shout of gratulation passes along their lines and proves the ardor that inspires them for their cause.

4. Below the hill the flourishing town extends its white dwellings interspersed with trees and gardens along the shore, and farther to the right the British forces spread forth their long and brilliant array. There grim-visaged War clothes his iron front with all his bravest pomp and pageantry. The "meteor flag" of England flames in the van: at the head of every regiment its gilded banner floats in dazzling beauty on the breeze. The splendid dresses charm the eye: the martial music bursts inspiringly upon the ear, while the brazen artillery and burnished armor almost mock, as they reflect his beams, the summer sun that shines above.

5. To complete the picture, the hills of Chelsea, Charlestown, and Cambridge rise in the back ground, forming a vast natural amphitheatre, their summits crowded by the whole population of the neighborhood, men, women, and children, who are also clustering like bees upon the housetops and steeples of Boston and Charlestown. In the mean time the harbor sleeps without, in tranquil beauty, reflecting like a mirror, from its polished surface, the emerald isles that gem its bosom and the ships that are lying at the wharves, while a clear, unclouded sky spreads its blue canopy above the whole, as if the elements of nature were purposely contrasting their most magnificent forms of silence and repose with the agonizing effort and noisy bustle of the hostile movements of men.

6. Splendid panorama! How soon to be defiled with stains of dust and blood! Fearful, ominous silence! How soon to be broken by shouts of rage and groans of agony ! How soon these peaceful, happy homes shall be wrapt in flames! How many of those hearts which are now almost bursting with the swollen tides of passion, shall in two short hours be cold forever!

7. But while all is yet hushed in breathless expectation, -at the moment when both the parties and the assembled multitude are eagerly, tremblingly awaiting the signal for the action,-while the bolt of fate is yet for the instant sus

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