made of pasteboard, and, dashing on the second line of Russians, put them to utter rout.

It was only five minutes, and the Russian cavalry were flying with all speed. Just at this juncture a disastrous scene followed this triumph. The redoubts taken from the Turks are to be regained. The Light Brigade was ordered into action. As they rushed toward the front, the Russians opened on them with volleys of musketry and rifles. They swept proudly past, glittering in the morning sun in all the pride and splendor of war. They advanced in two lines, quickening their pace as they closed toward the enemy. A more fearful spectacle was never witnessed. At twelve hundred yards thirty iron mouths belched forth a flood of smoke and flame, through which hissed the deadly balls. With diminished ranks, thinned by those thirty guns, with a halo of flashing steel above their heads, and with a cheer, which was many a noble fellow's death cry, they flew into the smoke of the batteries. With flashing sabers they dashed between the guns, cutting down the gunners as they stood.

After breaking through a column of Russian infantry, and scattering them like chaff, and cutting their way through a body of Russian lancers, they retreated, but a flank fire from a Russian battery swept them down. The Heavy

Brigade covered the retreat of the miserable remnants of that band of heroes. Alfred Tennyson has immortalized this action in his "Charge of the Light Brigade."

-William Howard Russell.

CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew

Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die;
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volley'd and thunder'd.

Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,

Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabers bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke, Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the saber-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd;

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well,
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

-Alfred Tennyson.

THE VISIT OF THE INCA TO PIZARRO.

It was not long before sunset when the van of the royal procession entered the gates of the city. First came some hundreds of the menials, employed to clear the path from every obstacle, and singing songs of triumph as they came, "which in our ears," says one of the con"sounded like the songs querors, of hell!" Then followed other bodies of different ranks, and dressed in different liveries. Some wore a showy stuff, checkered white and red, like the squares of

a chessboard; others were clad in pure white, bearing hammers or maces of silver or copper; and the guards, together with those in immediate attendance on the prince, were distinguished by a rich azure livery and a profusion of gay ornaments, while the large pendants attached to the ears indicated the Peruvian noble.

Elevated high above his vassals came the Inca Atahualpa, borne on a sedan or open litter, on