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THE FALL OF D'ASSAS.

A BALLAD OF FRANCE.

[The Chevalier D'Assas, called the French Decius, fell nobly whilst reconnoitring a wood, near Closterkamp, by night. He had left his regiment, that of Auvergne, at a short distance, and was suddenly surrounded by an ambuscade of the enemy, who threatened him with instant death if he made the least sign of their vicinity. With their bayonets at his breast, he raised his voice, and calling aloud "A moi, Auvergne! ces sont les ennemis!" fell, pierced with mortal blows.]

ALONE through gloomy forest-shades
A soldier went by night;

No moonbeam pierced the dusky glades,
No star shed guiding light.

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THE BURIAL OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR,

AT CAEN IN NORMANDY-1087.

["At the day appointed for the king's interment, Prince Henry, his third son, the Norman prelates, and a multitude of clergy and people, assembled in the church of St Stephen, which the Conqueror had founded. The mass had been performed, the corpse was placed on the bier, and the Bishop of Evreux had pronounced the panegyric on the deceased, when a voice from the crowd exclaimed, He whom you have praised was a robber. The very land on which you stand is mine. By violence he took it from my father; and, in the name of God, I forbid you to bury him in it.' The speaker was Asceline Fitz-Arthur, who had often, but fruitlessly, sought reparation from the justice of William. After some debate, the prelates called him to them, paid him sixty shillings for the grave, and promised that he should receive the full value of his land. The ceremony was then continued, and the body of the king deposited in a coffin of stone."LINGARD, vol. ii. p. 98.]

LOWLY upon his bier

The royal conqueror lay; Baron and chief stood near,

Silent in war-array.

Down the long minster's aisle Crowds mutely gazing stream'd; Altar and tomb the while

Through mists of incense gleam'd.

And, by the torches' blaze,

The stately priest had said High words of power and praise To the glory of the dead.

They lower'd him, with the sound
Of requiems, to repose;
When from the throngs around
A solemn voice arose :-

"Forbear! forbear!" it cried;

"In the holiest name, forbear! He hath conquer'd regions wide, But he shall not slumber there!

"By the violated hearth

Which made way for yon proud shrine; By the harvests which this earth

Hath borne for me and mine;

"By the house e'en here o'erthrown, On my brethren's native spot; Hence with his dark renown, Cumber our birthplace not!

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