Looked on and murmured; but unmindfully
    The king sat dreaming with far-fixèd eyes,
              And it may be

    He saw some vision of that Holy One
    Who knew no rest or shelter for His head,
    When self was scorned and brotherhood begun.
              “’Tis just,” he said:

    “Henceforward wood shall serve me for my plate,
    And earthen cups suffice me for my mead;
    With them that joy or travail at my gate
              I laugh or bleed.”
         --ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN.

       *       *       *       *       *

    Heed how thou livest. Do no act by day
    Which from the night shall drive thy peace away.
    In months of sun so live that months of rain
    Shall still be happy. Evermore restrain
    Evil and cherish good; so shall there be
    Another and a happier life for thee.--WHITTIER.




        THE BURNING OF MOSCOW


At length Moscow, with its domes and towers and palaces, appeared
insight of the French army; and Napoleon, who had joined the advanced
guard, gazed long and thoughtfully on that goal of his wishes. Marshal
Murat went forward, and entered the gates with his splendid cavalry; but
as he passed through the streets, he was struck by the solitude that
surrounded him. Nothing was heard but the heavy tramp of his squadrons
as he passed along, for a deserted and abandoned city was the meagre
prize for which such unparalleled efforts had been made.

As night drew its curtain over the splendid capital, Napoleon entered
the gates, and immediately appointed Marshal Mortier governor. In his
directions he commanded him to abstain from all pillage. “For this,”
said he, “you shall be answerable with your life. Defend Moscow against
all, whether friend or foe.” The bright moon rose over the mighty city,
tipping with silver the domes of more than two hundred churches, and
pouring a flood of light over a thousand palaces and the dwellings of
three hundred thousand inhabitants. The weary soldiers sank to rest, but
there was no sleep for Mortier’s eyes.

Not the palaces and their rich ornaments, nor
Looked on and murmured; but unmindfully 
     The king sat dream with far - fixèd eye, 
               And it may be 

     He saw some vision of that Holy One 
     Who knew no respite or shelter for His head, 
     When self was scorned and brotherhood begin. 
               “ ’ Tis just, ” he said: 

     “ Henceforward forest shall serve me for my plate, 
     And earthen cup suffice me for my mead; 
     With them that joy or travail at my gate 
               I laugh or bleed. ” 
          --ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN. 

        *        *        *        *        * 

     Heed how thou live. Do no act by day 
     Which from the night shall drive thy peace away. 
     In months of sunlight so live that months of rain 
     Shall even be happy. Evermore restrain 
     Evil and cherish good; so shall there be 
     Another and a happier animation for thee.--WHITTIER. 




         THE BURNING OF MOSCOW 


 At length Moscow, with its domes and towers and palaces, appear 
 insight of the French army; and Napoleon, who had joined the advanced 
 guard, gazed long and thoughtfully on that goal of his wishes. Marshal 
 Murat went forward, and entered the gates with his splendid cavalry; but 
 as he passed through the streets, he was struck by the solitude that 
 surrounded him. Nothing was hear but the heavy tramp of his squadron 
 as he passed along, for a deserted and abandoned city was the meagre 
 loot for which such unparalleled efforts had been made. 

 As night draw its curtain over the splendid capital, Napoleon entered 
 the gates, and immediately appointed Marshal Mortier governor. In his 
 directions he commanded him to abstain from all pillage. “ For this, ” 
 said he, “ you shall be answerable with your life. Defend Moscow against 
 all, whether supporter or foe. ” The undimmed lunar month rose over the mighty city, 
 tipping with silver the domes of more than two hundred church service, and 
 pouring a flood of light over a thousand palace and the dwellings of 
 three hundred thousand inhabitants. The weary soldiers sink to rest, but 
 there was no sleep for Mortier ’s eyes. 

 Not the palaces and their fat ornaments, nor
Looned on and murmured; but mnmindfully
    Tkw king sat ddeaming dith far-fixèd eyes,
              And ut may be

    He saw sooe vision of that Holb One
    Who knex no resb or ameltex hor His head,
    When self was scorned atd bxotherhood begun.
              “’Tis juft,” he ssif:

    “Henceforwwrd ejod ahall serve me for my plate,
    And earthei cups suffice ke for my mead;
    With thel thwt joy or travail wt my gate
              I lajgh or bletd.”
         --ATCHIBALD LAMPMAN.

       *       *       *       *       *

    Heed how vhou lpvest. Do no agn by daf
    Whoch from the nlght vhaol drive thy peace awey.
    In months of son so live tkat months of rain
    Syall vtiln be yapoy. Tvecmode reshramn
    Evil znd cherish good; so shall thert bq
    Another ahd a hwp[ier life for thee.--WHITTIER.




        THE BLRNIHG OF MOSCOW


At length Miscow, with its domes wnd towerf and palaces, appeared
insight of the French army; dnd Nepulein, dyo had joined the advanced
guard, gazed long and egoigmtfully on that noal of his wishes. Mwrxral
Murat went forwaxs, znd entered the gahes witr his splendid cavslry; but
as he passed througy the streetf, he was struck by che solitude thaj
surroinded him. Nothing was hzard bht the heavj tramp or his squadrons
as he pdssed along, for a deserted and abanvoned city wxs tne meadre
prize flr whlwh such unparallelfd efyorts had been lade.

As night drew its curtain otxr the splendod caiital, Napjleon entered
the gwtes, and immednately a'pointdd Marshal Mortiec governor. Ig his
directiotd he commandxd him to absrain from auu pillage. “For yhis,”
said kt, “you shalo be answerable wibh yoor life. Defend Mowcoq against
all, whrthdr srpenv or sme.” The brighd moun fpse oxer the migmty citu,
tipping with silver the domes of more tham bwo hundrgd churchqs, and
pouring a flood of light lver e thourand lalwces and the dwellings of
three hundred hhomsand inhabitwnts. The weary spldiers sank to rest, but
there was no slxep for Mortier’s eyes.

Nor the palaces and tkelr rich ornakents, nor
Looked on and murmured; but unmindfully The dreaming far-fixèd eyes, it may be that One Who knew rest or shelter His head, When self was scorned brotherhood begun. “’Tis just,” he said: “Henceforward wood shall serve me for my And earthen cups suffice me for my mead; With them that joy or at gate laugh bleed.” --ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN. * * * * * Heed how thou livest. Do no act by Which from the night shall drive thy peace In months of sun live that months of rain still happy. Evermore Evil cherish so shall there Another and a happier life for thee.--WHITTIER. THE BURNING OF MOSCOW At length Moscow, with its domes towers and insight of French and who had joined guard, gazed long and thoughtfully on his wishes. Marshal Murat went forward, and entered gates with splendid cavalry; but as he passed the streets, he was struck by the solitude surrounded him. Nothing was heard but the heavy tramp of his squadrons as he passed a deserted and abandoned was the meagre for such efforts been made. night drew its curtain over the splendid capital, Napoleon entered the and immediately appointed Marshal Mortier governor. In his directions he to from all pillage. this,” said he, “you be with your life. Defend all, friend bright rose the mighty city, tipping silver the domes of more two hundred churches, and over a thousand palaces and the dwellings of hundred thousand inhabitants. The weary soldiers sank rest, but there was no sleep for Mortier’s eyes. Not the palaces their rich
Looked on and murmured; but unmIndfully
    ThE king Sat DreAmIng wIth fAr-fixèd eyes,
              And IT may Be

    He saw some vision of thaT Holy onE
    who kNEw No resT or shelTEr FOR HiS hEaD,
    WhEn SElF was sCorNed and bRotherhood BegUn.
              “’tis just,” he saiD:

    “heNceforward WooD shall serve mE foR my plaTe,
    and EArtheN cuPs sufFice me FOr my meAd;
    With theM tHAt joy oR Travail AT My Gate
              i laugh or bleed.”
         --ARCHibAld LAMPMAN.

       *       *       *       *       *

    Heed hoW thou lIvESt. dO No aCt bY day
    Which fRoM the nIGht shalL DrIVE Thy PEace away.
    In monThs of sun so lIVe tHat monThS of RAin
    ShaLl stiLl BE haPpy. Evermore RestRain
    Evil aNd cherISh good; sO Shall thEre be
    ANotHer And a HApPiEr lIfE For THeE.--WHitTIeR.




        THE BURnInG oF MOScOW


AT LENGth MOscOw, wiTh its Domes and towerS anD palACes, AppeaRed
inSighT oF the FRench aRmy; anD NApoleon, who had joIned The advancEd
gUaRd, gAzEd lonG And thoUghTfuLly on thAt goal oF His WiSHES. MArshal
Murat went forWaRD, AnD entered The gatES wItH His splenDiD caValrY; BUt
as hE pasSEd Through tHe streETs, He Was struCk By the sOlItuDe tHat
suRRounDed him. nothing wAs heaRD but the heavy trAMp of his squadrONs
AS He PAsseD alOng, for a deseRted ANd abAndoNEd CitY Was thE meagRe
PRiZE for which such unparaLlEled efForts Had been made.

As Night drew iTS CUrtain ovEr thE SpLEndid capital, NaPoleoN entered
thE Gates, and ImmedIately apPointed MaRSHal MortiEr gOveRnoR. In HIS
dIrections he coMMAndeD hIm to absTaiN from alL piLlaGe. “FOr tHiS,”
said he, “yoU shall be AnSwErAbLe wIth yoUR life. DefEnD MoScOw aGainsT
All, wheTher fRienD oR fOE.” ThE bright MOoN ROse oVeR tHe miGhtY cIty,
tiPpinG WitH silver The domes oF moRE thaN tWo Hundred Churches, and
poUrIng a flood oF lIghT over a THOusand paLaces and the dwellings of
tHRee hundRed ThousAnd iNhabitantS. ThE weary SolDIers saNk to reSt, but
ThEre WAS no slEEP fOr MOrTier’s eyes.

NOT The PalacEs And tHeir ricH ornaments, nor
Looked on and murmured; bu t unmindfu lly
  The  k ingsatdreaming withf ar-f ixèd eyes,
             An di t ma y  b e

   He sa w  s o m e v is io n o ft ha t Hol y O ne
   Who knew n o r es t or shelter fo r His head ,
   When self  wa s scor ne d a n d bro the rhood  begun . 
            “’ T is jus t ,” he s a i d: 

   “Henceforward w o od shall serve me  for m yp la t e ,
  And earthe ncupss ufficem ef o r  my mead;
    Wit h them that joy  or tr av ail at mygate           I l augh  or bleed .”
       -- A RCHIBAL D LAMP MAN .
    *   *    *      *     * 

   Hee d h o w th oulive st. D o no act by d ay   W hic h fro m the  nig ht  shal l driv e thy  p eace away.
   In m onths ofsun  s o l iv e tha t  month s o f r ain
   Shalls til lb e ha ppy. Evermore rest ra i n 
   Eviland ch e ri sh good; so  s hal l th e r e be   A no ther and  a hap p ie rlife fo rthee.- -W HIT TIE R.


       T HE BURNI NG OF MOSCOW


At le n gth Moscow, w i th i ts dome s a nd towers a nd p a lace s, a p pe are d 
insi ght o ft he French army; and Na po leon,who h ad joined the  advancedg u a rd, gaze d lo n ga nd thoughtfull y onthat goalo f his wi shes.  Marshal 
Murat we n t  forward , a ndent ere d th e gates withh i s sp le ndid ca val ry; but 
as  he  pa sse dthrough t he stree ts ,he  w asstruc k  by theso lit ud e t hat
s u rround ed hi m. N ot hi n g w as hear d  b u t  the  h ea vy t ram pof hi s sq u adr ons
ashe passed  al o ng,fo ra deser ted and aband on ed city wa sthe  meagr e prize fo r which such unparallel e d effor tshad b eenmade.

As  ni ght dr ewi ts cur tain o ver t he  sp l e ndidc a pi tal ,Napoleon e n t ere d
the  g ates , and i mmediately appoint e d M arshal Mortie r g over n o r.  In hi s 
di re c tio n s  he commanded h im to abst ai n  f rom all pi l lag e.  “For t his,”
s aid h e , “youshall beanswerabl ewith y our  life. Def end Mosc ow agains t 
all, wh ether  fr iend o rfoe .” Th e brig h t m oon r ose ov er  the m ighty  c ity,
tip ping with silver the do mes of  more  th an two hu ndr e d c hurches,andpouring aflo odof li ght overa th o us and palac es a n d the dwe l li ngs o fthree hundr e d tho usand  in h abitan ts.The weary soldier s  sank to rest,  but t her e w a s no  s leep for Morti er’ se y es.

Not  t he palacesand thei rr ich o rnamen ts, no r
Looked on_and murmured;_but unmindfully
  _ The_king_sat dreaming_with_far-fixèd eyes,
 _  _   _  __ And it may be

    He saw some vision of that_Holy_One
 ___Who knew no rest or_shelter for His head,
 _ _When self was scorned and brotherhood begun.
 __  _        “’Tis_just,” he said:

   _“Henceforward wood shall_serve_me_for my plate,
 _  And earthen cups suffice_me for my mead;
  _ With them that joy or travail_at my gate
   _    _ _   I laugh_or bleed.”
 _ _  _  --ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN.

  _  _ *    __ * ___ _ * __ __ *    __ *

    Heed how_thou livest. Do no_act_by day
  _ Which from the night_shall drive thy peace away.
 _ _In months_of sun so live that months of rain
   _Shall still be happy. Evermore restrain
_   Evil_and cherish_good;_so shall there_be
_ _ Another and a happier life for_thee.--WHITTIER.




 _     _THE BURNING OF MOSCOW


At_length_Moscow, with its domes and towers_and palaces, appeared
insight of the French_army; and Napoleon, who had_joined_the_advanced
guard, gazed long and thoughtfully_on that goal of his wishes._Marshal
Murat went forward,_and entered the gates with his splendid_cavalry;_but
as he passed through the streets,_he_was struck by the solitude that
surrounded_him._Nothing_was heard but the heavy_tramp of his squadrons
as he passed_along, for a deserted and abandoned city was the_meagre
prize for which_such unparalleled efforts had been_made.

As_night_drew its curtain over the splendid capital, Napoleon entered
the gates,_and immediately_appointed Marshal Mortier_governor. In his
directions he commanded him to abstain from all_pillage. “For this,”
said he, “you shall be_answerable with your life. Defend Moscow against
all, whether friend or foe.”_The bright moon rose over the mighty city,
tipping_with silver the domes of more than_two hundred churches, and
pouring_a_flood of light over a thousand palaces_and_the_dwellings_of
three hundred thousand_inhabitants. The weary_soldiers sank to_rest, but
there_was no sleep_for Mortier’s_eyes.

Not the palaces_and_their rich ornaments, nor