GERMANY.

Ratisbon (Regensburg).

INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.

OU know, we French stormed Ratisbon:

You

A mile or so away,

On a little mound, Napoléon

Stood on our storming-day;

With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,
Legs wide, arms locked behind,
As if to balance the prone brow
Oppressive with its mind.

Just as perhaps he mused "My plans
That soar, to earth may fall,
Let once my army-leader Lannes
Waver at yonder wall,"

Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew

A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew

Until he reached the mound.