Driving the mules out of sight, they went at once, with their naked sabres in their hands, to the door, which opened as soon as the captain had spoken the proper words before it.

So I took one of EUGENIE'S old pocket-handkerchiefs which I found in the tent, stuck it on the end of the sabre of the nephew of his uncle, put NAP in the carriage, jumped in myself and drove to the Prussian camp.

There was a yell, a crash, the clash of sabre on bayonet, the shout of the victor, the scream of the dying, and the British horsemen burst through the Russian line.

my love has plac'd the dagger near, "And on its hallow'd point has dropp'd a tear" As roll'd her wand'ring glances wide around 125 She snatch'd a reeking sabre from the ground; Firmly her lifted hand the weapon press'd, And deep she plung'd it in her panting breast: "'Tis but a few short moments that divide "Alzira from her love!"she saidand died.

They sabre at her own home, 240, Rue Saint Martin, a poor embroideress, Mdlle.

If I were to pass my sabre through you as you sit in that chair, I should do what is just and right.

A desperate conflict was raging, sabre against scythe.

Vathek fell violently in love with Nouronihar, who was sprightly as an antelope and full of wanton gaiety; and though she was contracted to her cousin and dearly beloved companion Gulchenrouz, he demanded her hand from Fakreddin, who, rather than force his daughter to break her affiances, presented his sabre to Vathek.

He tossed a pointed dagger high, And wore a sabre by his side; And many a gen'rous noble one, Beneath his powerful arm had died.

One young dragoon in this sober dress walked into our hotel, trailing the clinking steel scabbard of his sabre across the marble floor of the vestibule with a warlike rattle which reminded me of the Austrian officers whom I used to see, yes, and hear, stalking about the cafe's of Florence.

As we neared them I caught my sabre under my knee, and drew my hands into the long sleeves and waved them wildly, whooping like an Indian.

Molly had a custom of swinging her sabre over her head, and hurraing for Mad Anthony, as she called General Wayne.

One had fallen, badly hurt; the other was sabre to sabre with the man D'ri.

But, on informing Louis Napoleon of her intention, he exclaimed, with sparkling eyes: "If we go to Paris, and if I should see the people sabred before my eyes, I shall not be able to resist the inclination to place myself on its side!"

This exploit should be one more in that brilliant series which was to change my sabre into a baton.