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2d Sol. Ah! had you staid with us, my noble gen'ral, We would have died for you.

''Bas. (In a very faint, broken voice.)'' Where art thou?—do not leave me, Rosinberg— Come near to me—these fellows make me weep— I have no power to weep—give me thy hand— I love to feel thy grasp—my heartbeats strangely— It beats as tho' its breathings would be few— Remember—

Ros. Is there aught thou wouldst desire?

Bas. Nought but a little earth to cover me, And lay the smooth sod even with the ground— Let no stone mark the spot—give no offence I fain would say—what can I say to thee? 1st Sol. That motion was his last.

2d Sol.His spirit's fled.

1st Sol. God grant it peace! it was a noble spirit!

4th Sol. The trumpet's sound did never rouse a braver.

1st Sol. Alas! no trumpet e'er shall rouse him more. Until the dreadful blast that wakes the dead;