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Iiefs. which the townsEalk call our snper- stiiions. What matters Ehs names Be they smpersiiii0ns og beliefs, we have them, and clever would De the man Ilsas could spvpotl them Now one af these beliefs f0 winch we cling the most, is that which afsrihuiesl sn the 6rsl flower ihst blows in the grave mould such virtue. that he who gathers u is certain of never fosgegting Ihe dead, aad oC never being forgotten by them. Belief. how dear how sweet With H death has no serrors: for death, withoui forEetting, or being forgotten, is but sweet sleep, bat calm repose afseF long toh. That flower T--i panted t, see it bod; panied to gather |, abandoned my post and went on my way After ten days of long and weary march. ' reached my mothers grave. The earth seemed ye. fresh; no flower had appeared: ! waited Six weeks elapsed; and then one lovely morning saw aliuir biee flower sFoFTeY=me-nots As Pseeksd t. I shed glad tears, for meihought ihat little flower was nv mothers sonl; that she had felt that was near, and under the form of that flower hsd given herself to my heart oaee more.

 sThere was nothing now to desain me in the eouatry, for my father had soon follow ed my mother ,o the grave. ard 1 had pluck ed nv precious flower: shat more did ! want; remembered my mother's charge do thy duty. sought ous the gens d'arrses. and said, T am desefter, arrest me- And now l an b die, and fl. as you have assured me, have in yoa q friend. die without regret, for you wsil do fer me lhe only servire l require. The flower which al the risk of my life plucked from the grave is here, in litt9e case next to my heart Promise me that you will see that they to not take II from me. lis the link which uni;es me to my mother, and If thought II would be bfoken-Oh' shoald not have the courage to die. Say. do yoa promise to do what ask of you '"

 s.I prom isedn said the officer.

 s'Y our hand, thai ] may press 1t ia my heart; YOU are very kind to me and if the Almighty God were in hIs omnipo'enee to gise me my life a second time, l weHld devote it to you.' I

 The friends parted

 The next day dawned. They had arrived at the place of execution; and already had ttsE tdt1i Sca5AEHSC Vctlt tc1ts 0bCh tssC hVN munmurs which ran through the ranks. sud denly changed into almost dealening shouts. sThe Emperor. The Emperor, Long live the EmperorF'

 He appeared. distnou-ted from ms horse then wIlh his short quick step he walked mp to the condemned. s.Picrre.n sad he ta him. Pierre gszed at him. and made sn ef- for, to speak, but sudden ssapor seemed to overwhelrn him. "Pierre," continued the emperor; ssremember your own words of last night. God gives thee life second time; devote 1t not to me. but to France, She too is kind and good mother. Love her as thcu didst love thy frst--ihiHe own."-- He then turned ,o depart. and greeting shouts of admiring love followed him i'll he was out of sight

 Some years after this, captain oi the Old Guards fell morally wounded on the field ot Waterloo.

 Amid the din of battle, he was heard to shout in his death pangs-

 ~Long live the Emperor, France torsser' Nv Inotherl mothefs'

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