Mexico weekly ledger., 1882-04-06
CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE.
TENNYsoN's LATEST POEM.

lBalaklaVa, october %, 1854.
The charge of the gallant Three Hundred, the
Heavy Brigade!
Down the hill, down the hill. thousands OF Rus
slams,
Thousands of horsemen drew to the val!ey-and
stayed.
For Scarlett and Scarlett's Three Hundred were
riding by.
When the points of the Russian lanees broke in
on the sky;
And lie called, LEFT wheel into line" and they
wheeled ana obeyed.
Then he looked at the host that had halted. he
knew not why,
And he turned half round, and he bade his trum-
peter sound
ITO the charge !" and he rode on ahead and he
waved his blade
To the gallant Three Hundred whose glory will
never die.
I" Follow and up the hill !"
Up the hill. up the hill. followed the Heavy
Brigade.
The trumpet, the gailop the charge, and the
might of the fight.
Down the hill, slowly, thousands of russians
Drew to the valley and halted at last on the
height,
With wing pushed out to the left and a wing
to the right.
But Scarlet was far ON ahead, and he dashed up
alone
Through the great gray slope Of men,
And he whirled his sabre. he held his own
Like an Englishman there and then,
And the three that were nearest him followed
with force.
Wedged themselves in between horse and
horse;
Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they
had made
-Four amid thousands and up the hill, up the
hill.
GalIoped the gallant Three Hundred the Heavy
Brigade.
Fell like cannon shot.
Burst like = thunder-bolt.
Crashed like hurricane.
Broke through the mass from below,
Drove through the midst OF the foe.
Plunged up and down to and fro;
Rode. flashing blow upon blow.
Brave Innisklings and Greys,
Whlrling their sabres in circles Of light.
And some of US, all i'll amaze.
Who were held for awhile from the fight,
And We're only standing at gaze
When the dark mufied Russian crowd
Folded its wings from the left and the right
And rolled them around like a 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 Il dark gray sea
And We turned 10 each other muttering all dis
mayed
- Lost are the gallant Three Hundred the Heavy
Brigade -
But they rode. like yirtors and lords
Through the forests of l;inceS and swords,
In the heart of the Russian hordcS.
They rode. or they stood at bay;
s.StTuck with the sword hand and slew,
Dawn With the bride hand drew
The toe from the saddle aud threw
Under foot there i'll the fray;
Ragged like storm, or stood like rock
In the wave OF stormy day;
Till suddenly. shock upon shock,
staggered the mass from without:
For our men galloped up with cheer and j
shout.
And the Russians srrged and wavered and
rccled
Up the hil. up the hill. up the hill, out of the
field,
over the brow and away.
Glory to each and to all, aud the charge tha,
they made!
Glory 10 all the Three Hundred-the Heavy
Brigade.
\ note appended to the poem states The
Three Hundred OF the Heavy Brigade. who made
this famous charge. We're the scots Greys and the
second squadron OF the Inni>klllincs. the re.
mainder of the Heavy Brigade subsequently
dashmE up t" their support. The three were Ell
lot Srarlett's aiht-de camp. who had been rid
| tnIy his side. and the trumpeter and Shrgos
] the ORDERLY. Who had been riding close bchInt