Chapter 14 THE FALL OF THE ALAMO.

"The combat deepens. On, ye brave!

Who rush to glory or the grave."

"To all the sensual world proclaim:

One crowded hour of glorious life

Is worth an age without a name."

"Gashed with honorable scars,

Low in Glory's lap they lie;

Though they fell, they fell like stars,

Streaming splendor through the sky."

The passing-by o