But list! Thy Captain softly calls
And thou must die.

No more thou'lt lead His forces on
To victory grand;
No more thou'lt join with beating heart
That glorious band.

Thou'rt fallen on the battle field
With burnished arms.
O soldier, sleep in peace, secure
From war's alarms.

O glorious life! Thy heart was free
From aught of earth,
From glittering gold, or bauble fair
Of little worth.

Thy gaze was fixed on Heaven's courts,
Thy heart's desire
On Calvary's top where Jesus burnt
In love's fierce fire.

O noble champion of the cross,
Thy course is run.
Like heaven's light, thy soul returns
To heaven's Sun.

O beauteous death! No worldly grief
Is blustering there,
The Church's voice, her tender plaint
Scents all the air.

How sweet to die, when voice of prayer
Doth rend the skies.
Released from earth, the soul ascends
In glad surprise.

And what is left? The house of clay
Where dwelt the soul.
That temple grand, where hymns to God
Did often roll.

Ah! guard it well, its blessed walls
Will rise again.
Again the soul in heaven will chant
Its glad refrain.

His tomb will blossom fair with flowers--
A mother's tears.
In memory's halls, his name will live
Through countless years.

Sleep on, brave soldier, sleep
And take thy rest.
Like John thou sleepest now
On Jesus' breast.

Crown and Crescent.

A great event was witnessed on the evening of Monday, November 23, when
the new electric crown and crescent, which adorn the statue of Our Lady
on the dome of the university, were lit up for the first time. There,
lifted high in the air--two hundred feet above the ground--the grand,
colossal figure of the Mother of God appeared amid the darkness of the
night in a blaze of light, with its diadem of twelve electric stars, and
under its feet the crescent moon formed of twenty-seven electric lights.
Truly, it was a grand sight; and one, which, though it is becoming
familiar to the inmates of Notre Dame, must ever strike the beholder
with awe and reverence, realizing as it does, the most perfect
expression, in a material representation, of the prophetic declaration
of Holy Writ: _And there appeared a great wonder in heaven: a woman
clothed with the sun, and the moon under he