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ONE OF HALF A MILLION.

Russes!" Henri shouted as loudly as the rest; while, at least to the human eye, coming events cast no shadow before, nor was there any foreboding voice raised to whisper, as that vast and gallant host passed by,—


"The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
  And every turf beneath their feet
     Shall be a soldier's sepulchre!"