He dashed down the line, 'mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because

The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was

gray;

By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester, down to save the day!"

Hurrah! hurrah for Sheridan !

Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man!

And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky,
The American soldier's Temple of Fame;
There with the glorious general's name,
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright:
"Here is the steed that saved the day,
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester, twenty miles away!"

REFERENCES

1 Thomas Buchanan Read, National Magazine, April, 1855.

2 Thomas Buchanan Read, by R. H. Stoddard, Lippincott's Magazine, Feb., 1891.

The Poetical Works of Thomas Buchanan Read. Complete in Three Volumes. Philadelphia, 1874.

Washington Irving