A Story Of The Rebellion. 61

Of freedom crowning all the land Through battles gained and victories won.

"Some one," our hero firmly said, "Must die to get us out of this;" Then leaped upon the strand and bared His bosom to the bullets' hiss.

"But ye are soldiers, and can fight, May win in battles yet unfought; I have no offering but my life, And if they kill me it is nought."

With steady hands he grasped the boat, And boldly pushed it from the shore; Then fell by rebel bullets pierced, His life work grandly, nobly o'er.

Our boat was rescued from the sands And launched in safety on the tide; But he our comrade good and grand, In our defence had bravely died.

BURIAL OF SARAH.

He stood before the sons of Heth, And bowed his sorrowing head;

62 BURIAL OF SARAH.

"I've come," he said, "to buy a place Where I may lay my dead.

"I am a stranger in your land, My home has lost its light; Grant me a place where I may lay My dead away from sight."

Then tenderly the sons of Heth Gazed on the mourner's face, And said, "Oh, Prince, amid our dead, Choose thou her resting-place.

"The sepulchres of those we love, We place at thy command; Against the plea thy grief hath made We close not heart nor hand."

The patriarch rose and bowed his head, And said, "One place I crave; 'Tis at the end of Ephron's field, And called Machpelah's cave.

"Entreat him that he sell to me For her last sleep that cave; I do not ask for her I loved The freedom of a grave."