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Tell my brothers and companions," ' That we fought the battle bravely," . Full many a corpse lay ghastly pale," . Frederic B. Schell. Edmund H. Garrett. Edmund H. Garrett. William T. Smedley. Granville Perkins. Frederic B. Schell. William T. Smedley. Alfred Fredericks. Frederic B. Schell. ! LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. " And 'midst the dead and dying," " Tell my mother that her other sons," " My heart leap'd forth to hear him tell," " Tell my sister not to weep," " But to look upon them proudly," " There's another — not a sister," " Tell her the last night of my life," " I saw the blue Rhine sweep along," '' The German songs we used to sing," . " And her little hand lay lightly," " His voice grew faint and hoarser," " And the soft moon rose up slowly," " On the red sand of the battle-field," Tail-Piece, ARTIST. Granville Perkins. William T. Smedley. Granville Perkins. Alfred Fredericks. Granville Perkins. William T. Smedley. J. D. Woodward. Frederic B. Schell. Granville Perkins. William T. Smedley. William T. Smedley. Frederic B. Schell. Granville Perkins. Granville Perkins. a SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying in Algiers ; In •IT 1} »«•* «^ TT7HERE was lack of woman's * nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears ; But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebb'd away, And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say. The dying soldier falter'd as he took that comrade's hand, And he said, "I never more shall see my own, my a " TT7AKE a message and a token to some A distant friends of mine, For I was born at Bingen — at Bingen on the Rhine. "TTTELIv my brothers and companions, when L s they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, "YT7HAT we fought the battle bravely, and "X when the dav was done FUIyL, many a corpse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun. aND 'midst the dead and dy- k ing were some grown old in wars, The death -wound on their gallant breasts, the last of many scars ; But some were young, and suddenly beheld life's morn decline, And one had come from Bingen, fair Bingen on the Rhine. " TT7ELL my mother that her other A sons shall comfort her old age, And I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage, For my father was a soldier, and even as a child J Y heart leap'd forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword, And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine On the cottage -wall at Bingen — calm Bingen on the Rhine. " TT7BlyI< my sister not to weep for me, and 1 sob with drooping head, When the troops are marching home again with glad and gallant tread, T^UT to look upon them proudly, *-* with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die. And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen — dear Bingen on the Rhine. ™ " "TT7ELL her the last ^r night of my life (for ere the moon be risen My body will be out of pain — my soul be out of prison), I dream'd I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine On the vineclad hills of Bingen— fair Bingen on the Rhine. rSAW the blue Rhine sweep along — I heard, or seemed to hear "TT7HE German songs we ** used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear, And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus sounded through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me as we pass'd with friendly talk Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remem- ber'd walk. 11 fJND her little hand lay light- £sl ly, confidingly in mine; But we'll meet no more at Bingen — loved Bingen on the Rhine." §IS voice grew faint and hoarser — his grasp was childish weak — His eyes put on a dying look — he sigh'd and ceased to speak; His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled — The soldier of the Region in a foreign land was dead ! ^?1 iA ND the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she look'd down 0N the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corpses strown ; Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seem'd to shine, As it shone on distant Bingen — fair Bin- gen on the Rhine. -7° / *- v^ X ^ ^ e S '' * V C C b , £ ' ^ - A* -P, yo v- r Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process. 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