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lis charge ; the peace of God is prayM ; And over them, and over ail Around, God's peace is felt to fall.

Again that vacant bier, less slow, ls borne for others at the bridge below.

The matrons, now 'tis gone, are seen, Elate in soul, erect in mien, To rush and clasp the necks of those Young vanquishers of vétéran foes :

And many stand a m on g the rest Who clasp no neck, who weep, and yet are blest.

Walter Savage Lasdor.

March i9, mo,

EMGÀNN MUZILLAK

Ar don : Chetu mt erru me mifton.

Chéléuet holl, o Bretoned :

Ur ganen néué zou sauet Sauet ar skolerion Gwenned Hag e zou oet de Chouanted.