The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1882-04-02

The following poem made its nrst ap-
pearanoe In London on February zoth,
and was sent by cable TO the New fork IN
dependent. and appeared In It's issue OF the
day following. II Il entitled "The Cnarge
Of the Heavy Brigade, Balaklaya, october
| rs, 1884,:
The charge Of the gailsnt three hundred.
Is,wm he hiiI, GOWN the hill, thousands OF Rus
Thoussnds Of horsemcn drew 10 the valley-snd
For Scarlet and searietrs three hundred were
riding by.
when ihe points Of the Russian ianees,
And UfS he &c called M afsit wheel Into line" And
They whselci and ohcyed. 1870
T!en be looked ut the ho't that had halted,
And he turned hair round, and he babe
Ills irumpeicr SOUND -
To the charge" ana ne rodc on 'ncius
Az be waved hts blade
TO the gallant three hundred, whose glory
wa "' ~ Follow, and M the hlll,"
Up the Hill, mp the hill, followed the Heavy Br.-
rade-
The trumpet, the rallop, the chaTgo, and
The might OF the fght;
Dowu the hill, slowly. thousands Of Russians
r-v 20 the valley, and hailed at last on the height
WITH wing puzzled out 60 the lefs, and wing to
She right:
But Scarlet was FAR on nhcad, ana nOHsshed up
Through the great gray slope Of men;
And be wlhrled his sabre. he held bis own,
Like an Engllshmzn, there and them
And the three that were nearest MN Followed VIA
Wedged themselves between horse and horse,
Fought for their lives In the narrow gap they had
Your amid thousands; and mp the Hill. up the hlli
tialioped the gallant three hundred the Heavy
Brigade. 49,,
Fell. like canuon-shot,
Burst like thundorbOlt,
Crashed like hurricane,
Broke through the mass IRON nc'oW;
Drove through the midst OF thc Zoe.
Plunged up and down 20 and FRO,
Rode flashing blow upon blow,
Brave inniskillings and Greys;
Whirling their sabrei In circles OF light,
And some VI us. all Ia amaze,
Who were held for awhile from the hght
Aud we're only standing al gaze,
WHEN the dark muiiled Russian CROWD
Folded its wings from the left and the right
And rolled them around Ike cloud
oh mad for the charge and the battle were we,
When our own good rcd coats sank from sight,
Like drops Of blood IN = dark gray sea;
And We turned 10 each other nh'terlng oil az
Lost are the gallant three hundred-the Heavy
Brigide!N
But they rode, like victors and l-rds.
Thr ugh the forests Of lanccs aud swords
I'm Tie heart Of the Russian hordcs
IneN TNdC. or tlicN stcUh AT bAY
Struck with the swOrd-hand aud slew;
Down with the bridlc-hand drew
The foe from the saddle. and threw
Under foot there I'm the fray;
Ragged like Il stOrm, or stood IKE rock
In The wave OF stormy day;
TIL suddenly, shock upon shock,
Staggered the mass from without;
For our men galloped up with cheer AMI sh0rf'
And the Russians surged and wavercd ana TceIe1
Up the hill up the hill, mp the hii out OF the field
over tic brow and away.
Y.
Glory to each and to ALL and the charge that they
madcl
Glory 70 III the three hundred. the Hesyy Brigade
A note appended to the poem states:
"The three hundred OF the Heavy Brigade
who madc this famous charge were the
SCOTS Greys and the Second squadron Of
the Inniskiliings, the remainder of the
Heavy Brigade subsequently dashing up
to their support. The three were Elliott,
Scarletts aid-de-camp, who had been
riding by his side, and the trumpeter, and
shcgog, The orderly, who had been close
behind him.