Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1871-04-06
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Herve Riel.
BY ROBERT BROWNING.

mortality to Robert Browning a. the bray
boy tasabianea owes his To Mrs. HemanS
Ga the sea aud at the Hoguc. sixteen hun
dred uineiy-iwo.
Did the English fight the French-wo
ia France,
And, the thirry-iir>t of Nav. hclter-,A.lte
through the blue,
/ Like crowd OF frightened porpoi>es
rhoai ot sharks pursue.
Came crowdiug ship on ship to St Ma
10 ou the Rance.
With The English fleet in view
I Twas the squadron that escaped viii
the victor in inll chase:
Fi.>i aud foremost of the drove In hi
2feat ship. DamfreSille;
tl.-r ga him fled. great and small.
tW".Ft-twu good ships ia all.
A'.I 'i'' gnalcd to the place
,ir-p 'hr "a iuner> of race
rt as -gaiAncc. give III harbor. take u,
eHItA-or. quicker still.
Here The English can and Will"
Then the pilots II the place put ont bri-I
and leaped on board:
Why. what hope or chance have >hip.
lAc those tn pass: laughed ihcy
'R"ck> "a >iarhoard. rocks 70 I,ort. all III,
passage SCARED and scored
shall the formtidhie here with her twcly,
aud eighty guns
Inns 10 make the riycr-mnuth hy ih,
~iuglc barrow way
Trnsi to ouirr where III iickli>h fpr =
craft uf twenty tons.
And with flow at full beside.
Now Ii >,acke-i cbb of tide.
Reach the mo"rng: Rather Say.
VIII" rock stands "r water runs.
Not 4 ship will leave the bay -
Then Wa- called a council straight:
Briei ami bitter the debate
Here the En.li-h At cur heels: would
you haVs them take IN tow
Al that left IL oi the fleet, linked to-
-c;hcr stern ard bow.
f"r piize 10 Ply mouth sound:
Better ruu the -hp> asT"uud.'
Ended bamircs lie hi> speech
''\oi "a minute more Ia wait
Let the captains all and each
Shove ASHORE. then blow up. burn ia"
vessel, on the beach -
France mus; undergo her fate
Give the word But no such wor,l
- ever -pohc or heard
For up stood. ior out stepped for in
tff . s4Fitaf+ ali Euf-~f~-
\ captain. \ licui.nanty 4 mate-iir,t.
second, third
NJ -ueh man - marx. aud MET
With hI- bctr-r- 70 compete
Eui 4 simple Breton sailor Pre- ,-ed bv
i"uniir for the fert-
\ poor e"a-iiug pilot h.. llcrvc Eicl The
trui~ichr-y.
AID What mocAcry ur malice have Sc
hers. cric- licr1c Esei
Are Nnu Hsad. Nuu Ma4ouili- "a" sou
c"strl-. fools. az oguc.:
Talk to me- ot rosas aud shoals. me Who
tnuA The -uuuding>. tell
on mt iiueer> even bank. cscfy shallow.
-cycTt swell
.IwiNt the ufiiIs here and GT.se. where
the river di~' mbo-ues:
Arc tou hou-hi ~ English gold:. l. II
love The lying's for:
Morn and eve. night and day.
Have piloted your bay,
Entered free and anchored fast at the foot
OF Solidor.
Burn the fleet. and ruin France: That
were worse than Iifly Hogue-
sir. they know | speak the truth,
SIR. believe me there's a way
Only let M lad ghe line
Have the biggest ship to steer.
Get this for8iigLls clear.
Make the other- follow mine
And lead them. most and least. by a pas
SAGE know we'll.
Right 20 Snlidor. past Greye.
Aud there lay them .afe and sound:
Aad il one ship mishehave-
kc'l % much a. CRATE the ground
Why. I've nothing but my life here's my
head" cries Herye Ricl.
Mi minute more Ia wait.
steer u> ia. then. small and great,
lake the helm. lead the line ,Ayc the
-quadrou." cried H. chief
Captains, give the sailor place
llt j. admiral. in brief.
Still the north wind. by God'> grace.
see the noble fellow. face.
A. the big ship. with bound.
Clears the entry like hound.
Keeps tie passage as IL inch of way were
the wide sea, profound
see. saie through shoal and rock.
How they follow in flock
Not ship that mi-behave- not a keel that
CRATES the ground.
Not a spar that comc. 10 grief,
The peril. see. j. past.
All are harbored TO the last.
And just a. lierve Riel hollas Anchor -
sure a. tate.
Up the Eagi. IA come. too late.
80. the storm >ubside. TO aim:
They see the green trees wave
Ca the hei shis OVERLOOKING GrcVe:
Hearts that bleed are sianched with balm.
just our rapture IA enhance.
L.; the English rake the BAY
Gila>h their Teeth and glare askance
\ they caununade away
Meath rainprcd Solidor pleasant riding
on the Rance
How hope succeeds despair on each cap
tain's eountenance,
Outburst all with one accord.
This Is Paradise for He'll.
Let France, let France, king
Thank the man that did the thing
/ What a shout. aud all one word.
''Hrrve Riel.'
/ As he stepped in front once more.
| Not symptom OF surprise
! In the frank blue Breton eyes,
| Just the same man as before.
| Then said Damfreville "MySiiend.
| l must speak out at the end.
Though find the speaking hard
| Praise is deeper than the lips:
You have saved the king hi. ships.
Faith. our sun was near eclipse.
| Demand whate'er you will.
France remains your debtor still.
Ask TO hearts content. and have, or IN,
names not Damfreville.
| Then beam of fun outbroke
On the bearded mouth that spoke.
As the honest heart laughed through
| Those frank eyes OF Breton blue:
''Since needs must say my say.
Since on board the duty's done.
And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point
what is il but rum
Since'tis ask and have, may
Since the others go ashore
Come. A good whole holiday.
Leave To 90 and see my wife. whom
call the Belle Aurore.
That he asked. and that he got--noth
ing more.
| Name and deed alike are lost:
Not pillar nor post
In his Croisic keeps alive the feat as