The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1880-06-18
BY MISS FANNIE CoLLUM.

tread of mailed feet and flowed with tn
crimson tide of her children's blood.
but here let memory turn her fearful Rlanc
To the dark horrors of tumultuous France
When blood and biasphemy deflled her AN
ana herce rebellion shook her savage hand
Grim memory pictures to our minds scene
the bloodiest OF the bloody, and connect
them with, one of the most powerful of al
men. We never hear the name of Franc,
that we do not think of the great genera
who raised her from the lowest depths O
degradation, and made her one of the most
powerful monarchies of Europe. An I'm.
known STRIPPING from Corsica, he enlisted
under the French general, won the admira-
ton Of all, the love of many and soon placed
himself at tho head of the French army.
This done, he wished no more. His wonder
iul military genius, his enthusiasm, his daring
bravery, mis- untagging constitution would
accomplish the rest.
But OF all the toilsome marches, the DARING
bravery and foresight, nothing on record sur
passes Napoleon's passage OF the Alps.
step by step the weary SOL
diers climbed the slippery heights,
refreshing themselves scantly now
and then with biscuit dipped in snow.
Above them, toward the snow-capped peaks
of the Alps, and around their waists were
fastened the cords by which they dragged
the heavy artillery necessary for the coming
glory of France Exhausted by the hard,
ships they have endured footsor and weary
some of them gave their last life breath 10
appease the hunger of the great ice king who
rules IN regal beauty on the highest pinnaces
OF the Alps. Others imbibe some o the
enthusiasm OF their general, and revive their
failing strength with the sweet thought that
Just over the Alps lie the bright, warm plains
OF Italy. Even now, they enjoy the bamy
ar and luscious fruits Of that fair cline.
Even now they feast in her beautiful cities.
and are wooed to slumber's golden chains by
the sweet strains of melody which float from
the lips of Italian maidens.
All weary sons of France, dream on:
the sion bright will comfort you and help
you to overcome the greatest difficulties DO
not allow the death of your companions to
discourage you. Trust in the power of your
general; he will lead you safe over the rough
est paths. Slowly descend each icy cliff; plant
: our foot firmly on each loose rock and think
not OF the caverns beneath until you look
proudly back from the green valleys of Italy,
Ind know that all danger is past and the VIC
.ory is complete.
To-day the army of girls and bows who
IRE slowly ascending the Alps of knowledge
ar exceed the French army who resoluteIy |
ollowed their leader over the frozen paths:
'ut how many every year give up in despair
md resolve to lie contentedly at the foot of
he mountain, without ever beholding the
fright sun OF Italy the grand luminary of
visdoms
For the past year have we placed our hand
THAT of our beloved president and slowly
scended the precipItous heights. But let us
ot be satisfied to remain here. The march
only half completed. Out before us stretch
ne green plains Of Italy, but between them
nd our vision rises many rugged peak. ,
ime and perseverance, however, will sur
nount them all, and every day the scenes be-
IRE us become more dazzingly bright and
eautiful. Do not stop, my friends. and ,
mink you have reached the zenith of glory, ,
ut remember all there is to learn and Know
ou are only short distance above the ,,
ORION.
High above us, bathing their white brows :
| the heecy clouds, tower the innumerable
eaks of the Alps, from the borders !
france to the shores Of Italy treahs an in +
army. Some are even now plac- !
e their hand in that of their divine leader .
"a receiving the welcome of many fellow :
'ldlers who have preceded them. Happy l.
% they; all danger past, the crown of glory =
! hand
But we dear, happy, light-hearted girls !
ID nools-minded boys, we have only well :,
'mmenced the perllous march and the dark a
'yss grows black beneath us, rs we tightly 4
asp each tiny root and cast all our thoughts "
the beauties around and before us. Lott. I.
ing on the mountain-side, thinking not of =,
G yawning cavern, which with its huge :,
outh already opened wide, looking greedily VI
!, ready to devour us at any moment. =,
Trusting, implicitly in the frail reed to =,
Itch we cling, and looking forward to the E,
ae when We shall more willingly leave our ~ ..
DIS OF ease, climb the more PRECAUTIONS &
lghts and enter the beautiful land of Italy! "a "a
Oould we only realize that we have not to q,
tier! Our general is leaving us; we Arc :" [S
empowered BY the mass Of human beings. ss
=, ere we are aware Of it, some falling vic. 81
ls Will drag US down through the dark To
rtals and with ponderous rock, shut ont ", W
ever the last ray of hope, the distant views q
the blue Italian skies. ' y
)ur only. safety lies in keeping near the al,
of our beloved general, and taking his H b.'
for our guide, cling firmly to each Va ia
root and climb with avidity the sharp ~;
Jecting rocks. But if the way before us 49,
ONES too rough, and our feet are torn and NV tn
sding, we have only, under the guidance ~ ~
aith, to call our own beloved leader, VINO IN
BY the aid of Hope, Love and Mercy D.,
ily lift US over the dark, rough places. OH
he blobd stains which mark the snowy o mI
OF the Alps only serve TO remind others of
bright must be that Italy for which we "
our life blood to deck the snow cap If "
Bernard. Implicit trust in our general bao
never, failing courage in time of danger uit
that is required. wi" WI.
ook out to where the bright sea of the "" "u'
iterranean meets and kisses the sparkling esss
10 and precious stones of the Italian taa a,
es. What distance It seems! But if t tS@
limb succc ssfally the mountains of sin ' rnIs
death, only few short years will have my ~
'ed before the victory is complete and y;
lasp the hand Of our fellow soldiers
y the genial sun of Italy.
ith no thought of the past, We have B
to drink in the full joys of the present; alth
to the golden harps and heaven tuned ton
OF angels and receive from the hands veal
ur beloved general crown of victory min,
smiling welcome to the land of Boulsh rega
DIS own fair Italy. that