Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IX, Issue 454, 18 February 1867, Page 4

Select Poetry.

THE SLAIN AT - SADOWA. (The following incident Las been reported in the Daily Telegraph's correspondence.) fIT.HB cannon were belching their last O’er the selds where the routed were flying. Ant) shouted pursuers strode fast Through the heaps of the dead and the dying TTsr’s rage was beginningto wane r The fisrr.H eared nn longer to strike; And the good stooped to soften the paia Of victors and vanquish'd alike. A jelluw-liaued Austrian lad Lay at length on a shot furrowed hank; Be was comely and daintily clad In the glittering dress of his rank. Not so white though, his ooat as his cheek, Nor so red the sash crossing his chest As the horrible crimson streak Of the blood that welled from his breast. Bis foes approached where he was laid. To bear him in reach of their skill; But he murmured, “ Give others your aid; By oar Fatherland! let me lie still.” At dawn they came searching again. To winnow the quick from the dead; The boy was set free from his pain. And his faithful young spiral had fled. As they lifted his limbs from the ground. To hide them away out of sight, Do ! under his bosom they found The dag he had homo through the fight. Be had folded the silk he loved well, Lest a shred should be seen at his side; To ware it in triumph he fell; To save it from capture he died. The head of the sternest was bared As they gazed on the shot-riven rag, And the hand of the hardiest spared To make prey of that Austrian flag. O’er the temh of their brother they bowed, With a prayer for a spirit as bravo; And they gave him the flag for a shroud, In his narrow and nameless grave. BLocnriLPD Jackson, M.A.