The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1866-03-01
.FONTENOY. (174J.)


column failed,
And twice the lines Of Saint Antoine. the
Dutch in vain assailed;
For town and slope We're filled with fort and
hanking battery,
And we'll they. swept the English ranks and
As vainly through De Barris wood the British
soldiers burst.
The French artillery drove them back, di-
minished and dispersed
The bloody Duke of Cumberland beheld with
anxious eye
And ordered up his last reserve, his latest
chance to try;
On Fontenoy On Fontenoy how fast his
generals ride!
And mastering come his chosen troops. like
clouds at cyentide.
Six thousand English veterans in stately col
umn tread
Their cannon blaze in front and flank. Lord
Hay i.at their head
Steady they step adown the slope-steaay they
climb the hill;
Steady they load steady they fire; moving
right onward still,
Betwxt the wood and Fontenoy, as through n
furnace blast,
Through rampant, trench and palisade, and
bullets >howering fast;
And on the open plain above, they rose and
kept their course,
With steady fire and grim resolve, that mock d
AT nostlIe force.
Past Fontenoy, past Fonsenoy, while thinner
grew their ranks
They broke as broke the Zuyder Zee through
Hollands ocean banks
More idly than the summer flies. French tira-
As stubble to the lava tide. French squadron,
streW tae ground,
Bomb-shelland grape, and round shot tore still
on they marched and fred
Fast, from each volley grenadicrand votiguer
retired.
Push on my household caYalrya King
Louis nladlv criel:
10 death they rush, but rude tn eir shock net
unavengtd they died
On through the camp the column srod; King
Louis turns his rein
!" n # Vet, my lie-e.n SAKE nterposed. the
Irish still renlain;''
And t'ontenoy, famed Fontenoy, had been at
Wlterloo;
W ere not these exiie5 ready then, fresh yehe-
men and true.
g Lord Glare he SAYS, you have yoar wish,
there are Your Saxon foes F.
The Marshal almost smiles to see iarieusly
he g9e.
How tercethe looks these exe3 wear, who re
Won't to be So gay,
The treasured wrongs of fifty years arn in their
hearts to-day
The treaty broken, ere the ink wherwith twas
wrote could dry,
Their plundered homes, their ruined shrines,
their wamen's parting cry
Their priesthood hunted down like wolves.
their country overtnroWn-
Each looks as if revenge for ali was staked on
him alone,
On Fontenoy, Fontcnoy, nor ever yet else
where.
Rushed on to tight nohler band than these
proud eNiles were.
O. Brien's voice is hoarse with JOY, as hating.
he commands.
Fix bayonets, -. charge Pike mountain
storm rush on the fiery ba Ads
This is the English column now, and faint
their volleys grow.
Yet must ring Ill the strength they have, they
make gallant show.
They dre-s their ranks upon the hill to face
Their bayonets the breakers foam: like rocks,
the men behind
One voHey crashes from their lines, when
through the sursing smoke,
y it'll empty guns clutched in their hands the
headlong Irish broke
On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy! bark to that
fierce huzza!
Revenge! remember Limerick dash down
the Sasscnach.'
Like lions lcaping at a fold, when mad with
hungers pang,
Right up against the English line the Irish
exiles sprang;
Bright was their steel It's bloody now, their
guns are filled with gore;
Through shattered ranks, and severed files
and tramped flags they tore;
The English strove with desperate strength,
paused, rallied staggered fed,
The green hillside is matted close with dying
and with dead,
Across the plain, and far away, passed on that
hideous wfack,
While cavalier and fantassn dashed in upon
their track,
On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy! like eagles in
the sun.
With bloody pIunes--thc cxies stand--the
field is fought and won
WE are informed that General d. II.
Hill. late OF The Confederate army, has
abandoned all purpose OF leaving the
country and attaching himself to the
cause OF Maximillian, or settling in Bra
I'll, hut has, like good citizen and
brave man, settled himself at home and
entered upon the publication Of a
monthly. devoted to literature and agri-
culture. We are not advised of the
place of publication of his magazine
General Nilt Was we believe long con