
      For there’s many here about;
    And often when I go to plough,
      The ploughshare turns them out!
    For many thousand men,” said he,
    “Were slain in that great victory.”

    “Now tell us what ’twas all about,”
      Young Peterkin, he cries;
    And little Wilhelmine looks up,
      With wonder-waiting eyes;
    “Now tell us all about the war,
    And what they fought each other for.”

    “It was the English,” Kaspar cried,
      “Who put the French to rout;
    But what they fought each other for,
      I could not well make out;
    But everybody said,” quoth he,
    “That ’twas a famous victory.

    “My father lived at Blenheim then,
      Yon little stream hard by;
    They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
      And he was forced to fly;
    So with his wife and child he fled,
    Nor had he where to rest his head.

    “With fire and sword the country round
      Was wasted far and wide,
    And many a nursing mother then
      And new-born baby died;
    But things like that, you know, must be
    At every famous victory.

    “They say it was a shocking sight
      After the field was won;
    For many thousand bodies here
      Lay rotting in the sun;
    But things like that, you know, must be
    After a famous victory.

    “Great praise the Duke of Marlbro’ won,
      And our good Prince Eugene.”
    “Why, ’twas a very wicked thing!”
      Said little Wilhelmine.
    “Nay--nay--my little girl,” quoth he,
    “It was a famous victory.

    “And everybody praised the Duke,
      Who this great fight did win.”
    “But what good came of it at last?”
      Quoth little Peterkin.
    “Why, that I cannot tell,” said he,
    “But ’twas a famous victory.”
         --ROBERT SOUTHEY.




        A HURON MISSION HOUSE


By the ancient Huron custom, when a man or a
For there ’s many here about; 
     And often when I go to plough, 
       The ploughshare turn them out! 
     For many thousand man, ” said he, 
     “ Were slain in that great victory. ” 

     “ immediately tell us what ’ twas all about, ” 
       Young Peterkin, he cry; 
     And fiddling Wilhelmine looks up, 
       With wonder - waiting eyes; 
     “ immediately tell us all about the war, 
     And what they fought each early for. ” 

     “ It was the English, ” Kaspar cried, 
       “ Who put the French to rout; 
     But what they fought each other for, 
       I could not well make out; 
     But everybody said, ” quoth he, 
     “ That ’ twas a celebrated victory. 

     “ My father lived at Blenheim then, 
       Yon little current hard by; 
     They cut his dwelling to the ground, 
       And he was coerce to fly; 
     So with his wife and child he fled, 
     Nor had he where to rest his fountainhead. 

     “ With fire and sword the country round 
       Was wasted far and wide, 
     And many a nursing mother then 
       And newly - wear baby died; 
     But things like that, you know, must be 
     At every famous victory. 

     “ They say it was a shocking sight 
       After the field was win; 
     For many thousand bodies here 
       Lay rotting in the sunday; 
     But thing like that, you know, must be 
     After a famous victory. 

     “ Great praise the Duke of Marlbro ’ gain, 
       And our good Prince Eugene. ” 
     “ Why, ’ twas a very wicked thing! ” 
       Said short Wilhelmine. 
     “ Nay -- nay -- my little girl, ” quoth he, 
     “ It was a famous victory. 

     “ And everybody praised the Duke, 
       Who this great fight did gain. ” 
     “ But what good came of it at last? ” 
       Quoth little Peterkin. 
     “ Why, that I cannot assure, ” said he, 
     “ But ’ twas a celebrated victory. ” 
          --ROBERT SOUTHEY. 




         A HURON deputation HOUSE 


 By the ancient Huron customs, when a man or a

      For there’s many here xbout;
    And ofjeb when I go fo plougf,
      The ploughshare turns tyem oyt!
    For many thousana men,” saif he,
    “Qere wlain in tizt greab vicflry.”

    “Now tell us ehat ’twas dll about,”
      Yuuug Peterkin, he cries;
    And little Wylhelmime looks up,
      Witn wonsvr-caiting eyes;
    “Now tell us all about uhe war,
    And whay they fought each other flr.”

    “It was the Englidh,” Kaspar ctjed,
      “Who put the French to rout;
    But what they fought each othef for,
      I cools jmt well makx out;
    But everynpdy sahd,” quotn he,
    “That ’teas a damous victory.

    “My hather lived at Blenreim then,
      Yon little steeqm hatd by;
    Gyey budnv hjs dwepliig to the gdound,
      Qnd he was forced tp soy;
    So with his wyfq and child he fled,
    Nor had he where to rest his head.

    “With dire and sword the coontry rounq
      Was wasted far and wide,
    And many a nurshng mkghex then
      And new-born baby died;
    But things like trzt, ypu know, must bc
    At every famois vostory.

    “They say ic wzs a shocking sighh
      Wfter the fielq wax won;
    For many thousand vodies here
      Lay rotting in the sun;
    But thinbs like that, you know, mbst be
    After a famous vjztory.

    “Great pfaixe the Dukt of Marlbro’ won,
      And onr gopd Prinze Eogene.”
    “Why, ’twas a vevf wicked thing!”
      Saib litdle Wilhelline.
    “Nay--nay--my little girl,” quoth he,
    “It wss a xamous vnctory.

    “And everyfody praised tke Duke,
      Dho this ggeat fighv did win.”
    “But what goog came of it et last?”
      Wuoty littld Peterkin.
    “Wny, that I cannot teol,” said he,
    “But ’bwas x famous victory.”
         --ROBERT SOITHDY.




        D HURON MISSHON FOURR


By tfe ancitut Murun cistom, when a man or d
For there’s many here about; And often go plough, The turns them out! he, slain in that victory.” “Now tell what ’twas all about,” Young Peterkin, cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up, With wonder-waiting eyes; “Now tell us all the war, And what they fought each other for.” “It was the English,” cried, put French rout; But what they fought each other for, I could not well make out; But everybody quoth he, “That ’twas a famous victory. “My lived at Blenheim then, little stream hard by; They his to the And was to fly; So his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. “With fire and the country wasted far wide, many nursing mother then baby died; But things like that, be At every famous victory. “They say it a shocking After the field was won; For thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. “Great praise the Duke won, And our good Eugene.” “Why, ’twas very thing!” little “Nay--nay--my little quoth he, “It was a famous victory. “And everybody praised the Who this great fight did win.” “But what good came at Quoth little Peterkin. that I cannot tell,” he, ’twas a famous victory.” A MISSION ancient custom, a man or a

      For there’s many here about;
    And Often when I Go to pLouGh,
      THe PlouGhshAre turns them ouT!
    for mAny thousand men,” said he,
    “WeRe slaIn IN thaT GrEat viCtory.”

    “NoW TeLL Us wHaT ’tWas AlL AbOut,”
      YoUng peterkiN, he cries;
    AnD liTtLe Wilhelmine LOoKs up,
      With woNdeR-waiting eyes;
    “now Tell us AlL abOUt the War,
    and whAt they FOught eAch other fOr.”

    “iT was thE english,” kASpAr crIed,
      “Who put the FrencH To ROut;
    But what they Fought EaCH oTHEr fOr,
      I Could not weLl Make oUT;
    But eveRYbODY SaiD,” Quoth he,
    “That ’twAs a famous viCTorY.

    “My fatHeR liVEd at BlEnheiM tHEn,
      YOn little strEam hArd by;
    They Burnt hIS dwelliNG to the gRound,
      ANd hE waS forCEd To Fly;
    so WIth HIs WifE And Child he fLeD,
    NOr had He whERE TO resT hiS heaD.

    “With Fire and sword tHe cOuntRY roUnd
      WaS wastEd faR aNd widE,
    And maNy a nuRsIng mother then
      AnD new-Born baby dIed;
    buT thInGs likE That, yoU knOw, mUst be
    At Every faMOus ViCTORy.

    “they say it was a shockInG SIgHt
      After tHe fielD WaS wON;
    For many ThOusAnd bODIes heRe
      LaY RoTting in tHe sun;
    BUT tHiNgs like ThAt, you kNoW, muSt bE
    AfteR A famOus vicTory.

    “GreaT praiSE the Duke of MarlBRo’ won,
      And our goOD PRINcE eugeNe.”
    “WHy, ’twas a very WickED thiNg!”
      SaID lIttLE WilhElminE.
    “NAY--nAY--my little girl,” quoth hE,
    “IT was a fAmous Victory.

    “And eveRybody praiSED The Duke,
      WHo thIS gREat fight did win.”
    “but whAt good came OF it at lasT?”
      QuotH little PEterkin.
    “WhY, THat I cannOt tEll,” SaiD he,
    “bUT ’tWas a famous vicTORy.”
         --RObErT SOUTHeY.




        A hURON MIsSIoN HoUSe


By ThE ancient HUron custOm, WhEn A mAn oR a

      For there’s many he re about;    A ndoft en  whe n Igo to plough,    The ploughshare turns  them  o u t!
 For m any tho u sa n d  me n, ”sai dh e, 
   “We re slai n in thatgre at  victory.”
  “Now tell  us  what ’twasall  about ,” 
    Yo ung  Pete rkin,h e crie s;
    An dl ittleW ilhelmi n e  l ooks  up,
      With w o nd e r-waiting eyes ;
   “N o wt e llusall aboutth e war , 
    An d  w h a t  th e y fought each  other for. ” 

   “It  w ast he Eng lish, ”K asp ar cried,
    “Who put  the F r ench to rout;
   But  wh atthey fo ug htea c h o t he r f o r,      Ico ul d not  wel l m a ke o ut; 
   Buteverybody sai d,”  quo t h h e,
   “Th at ’ tw as afamous  vict or y.

    “My fat herlived atBle nh eim  t hen,     Y onlit tle str eam har d  by ; T hey burnt his dwel li n g  t o the gr ound,  And he w as  fo rced t o fly ;
  S o with h is wif e  a nd  childhe  fled, 
  Nor  hadh e wh ere to  rest hi s hea d .

    “With f i re and swordt he c ou n tryrou nd
      Wa s wa s tedfara nd  wi d e,
   And  m a ny a nursing mother th en 
     Andnew-born baby  died;
  B u t things  lik e  t h at, you know,mustbe
    Ate very fam ous v ictory.
    “The y say it w asa s hoc kin g si ght
      Aft e r  the  f ield wa s w on;
   Fo r m any  th ou sand bodi es here   La y r ottin g  in thesu n;   B ut th i ngs li ke th at,yo uk now , mustb e  Af te ra fa mou svicto ry.   “Great  praise t heD ukeof  M arlbro’  won,
      A nd  our goodPr inc e Euge n e .”
    “ Why, ’twas a very wicke d  thing! ”
    Said  little W ilh elmine .
  “Nay --nay- -my l it tle g irl,” q uo thhe ,
    “Itw a s a  famo us  vic tory.
    “And everybody pra ised the Duke ,
   W ho  th i sg rea tf igh t did win.”
    “ But what g oo d  c ame of ita t l as t?”
     Quot h lit t le Pete rkin.
   “Why, th at  I c a n not  tell,” sa id he,
   “But ’ t was a fa mousvic tory.” 
      --ROBE R T S OUTHE Y.



      A HU RO N MISSIO N HOUSE


By the ancien t Huro n cus tom , when aman ora

 _ _  For there’s_many here_about;
_ __And often when_I go to_plough,
   _  The_ploughshare_turns them out!
    For many thousand men,” said he,
  __“Were slain_in_that_great victory.”

   _“Now tell us what ’twas_all about,”
_     Young Peterkin, he_cries;
_  _And little Wilhelmine looks up,
    _ With wonder-waiting eyes;
  _ “Now tell_us_all_about the war,
 _  And what they fought_each other for.”

   _“It was the English,” Kaspar cried,
 _    “Who put_the French to rout;
 _ _But what they fought each_other for,
 _ _  I_could not well make out;
 _  But_everybody said,” quoth he,
  __“That ’twas a_famous_victory.

_ _ “My father_lived_at Blenheim_then,
_     Yon_little_stream hard by;
    They_burnt his dwelling to_the_ground,
   _  And he was_forced to fly;
   _So with_his wife_and child he fled,
    Nor had he where_to rest his head.

  _ “With fire and_sword the_country_round
  __ _Was wasted far and wide,
  _ And_many a nursing mother then
 _   _And_new-born baby died;
   _But things like that, you know,_must be
   _At_every_famous victory.

   _“They say it was a shocking_sight
  _   After the field was_won;
_   For many thousand_bodies_here
     _Lay_rotting_in the sun;
  _ But things like that, you_know, must be
    After a famous_victory.

  _ “Great praise the Duke_of_Marlbro’_won,
      And our good Prince_Eugene.”
 _  “Why,_’twas a very wicked thing!”
     _Said little Wilhelmine.
    “Nay--nay--my_little girl,” quoth he,
    “It was a famous_victory.

    “And everybody praised the_Duke,
      Who_this great fight did_win.”
_   “But what good came_of_it_at_last?”
  _  _Quoth little Peterkin.
_ _ “Why, that_I cannot_tell,” said he,
__  “But ’twas a famous victory.”
         --ROBERT SOUTHEY.




 _     _A HURON MISSION HOUSE


By the_ancient_Huron custom, when_a man or a