MARSHAL SOULT. His master is young-but familiar his hand Has been from its childhood with axe and with brand; He is calm, though a youth; save when his blue eye The belt of a knight was in Palestine won, By the hand of King Richard the belt was bound on; On his lip is a song whose last murmur was heard He flings the bright marks from his scarf's silken fold- And he bends till his plumes touch his horse's dark mane, So loyal of heart and so liberal of hand, MARSHAL SOULT, DUKE OF DALMATIA. THIS veteran soldier, before the great revolution which towards the close of the last century convulsed Europe, served in a regiment of infantry under the Bourbon dynasty. In the times of the republic, his bravery and military skill secured his rapid promotion; and on the accession of Napoleon Buonaparte to supreme power, and to the imperial throne of France, he yet further distinguished himself in the campaigns of Austerlitz and Prussia; in which campaigns, though personally nowise a favourite with Napoleon, from whom he was understood to differ on some important points of military tactics, he was perpetually entrusted with the highest and most responsible commands. 65 The career of Marshal Soult, as the opponent of the Duke of Wellington, during the Peninsular war, is familiar to all who are versed in the history of that great national struggle. In the memorable year 1815, when the illustrious Duke appeared with his troops under the walls of Paris, Soult was Minister at War; and to the convention which he concluded with the hero of Waterloo, and in consequence of which the French army retired behind the Loire, the metropolis of France probably owed, under Providence, her preservation from the horrors which attend the taking of a town by storm. Since that eventful period, the life of Marshal Soult has been a peaceful one. He has more than once visited this country, and has been received as a brave man, though he may have "stood against us as an enemy," never fails to be received in England. He was present at the coronation of her Majesty Queen Victoria; and when on that occasion, he and his former opponent, the Duke of Wellington, stood in the presence of the assembled thousands-the beauty and chivalry, the ladies and nobles of the land "Like brothers, side by side;" and swelled the pealing cry of " God save the Queen!" those two veteran warriors with their sheathed swords, excited perhaps, next to the young Queen herself, the strongest interest, and called forth the most cordial sympathies of that noble and loyal throng. This passage in the history of these brave men, is beautifully commemorated by Mary Howitt, in the following verses: THE MEETING OF THE WARRIORS SOULT AND WELLINGTON. BY MARY HOWITT. They met amid the bloody fields of Spain, Again they met 'twas on a summer's day, With crimson banners torn, and swords blood-wet, |