Bravery

-et child or woraan fall overboard and a dozen men are ready to spring after andsavo them. That is bravery, but it is bravery born in impulse. Let human face appear at the window of a burning building and a dozen men will risk their lives in the effort to estend help. That is bravery, but it s bravery, born of pity and excitement. Let man but hear the cry of woman in peril, and he will rush to tier reecue and deliverher ut any cost. That is bravery, but it is the bravery of honor and chivalry. Let man be surrounded by wolves and all escape cut off and he will fight until pulled down. That is bravery, but it is the bravery of despair. It is the battlefield which tests a man's courage. A retúment is in line on the edge of a wood. Half a mile away is ar.other Between the two is a meadow bare of the slightest shelter. The regiment is ordered to the clear sunlight every man will reason to himself: "Theenemyis posted intheopposite timber. Before we are half way over he will open on us with shell. Onebattery wilf cover our regimental front. This is my last day!" So each man reasons, but every face is sternly set to a "front," and not a foot misses step as the Yw pushes aeross the meadow. The shella come, and dozens of men are blown to gory fragments, but the line moves on as before, and the living reason: " The tire will presently change from ahell to grape and canister, and then 1 shall certainly be hit!" The prediction is verified. Gaps are opeued tbrough the doublé line, but only to beclosedagain. The regiment bas lost its marching step, and it9 lines are no longer perfect, bnt the movement is still oñward, and men reason: "The infantry are in support of the batterv. I have fsciitui.sliell and Krtipe, "out wheu we come under the tire of musketry we shnll be slaughtered!" There is no hanging back, noobliquing to right or left, do other thougnt thantopush ahead. The grape ceases, and lead takes the place of iron. The ines are further disordered; and the left wing has lost its "front" by thirty leet, bnt the wave does not stop. As it rolls forward men grip their muskets tighter, their eyes fiash, their teeth shut hard, and they reason: "In a minute more we shall be near enongbl Tlien we will charge 'em with the bayonet! Then will be a hand-tohand tight, and I eurely nmst bekiiled or wounded, but let us at them- hurrah! hurrah!"