RED-ROBED FRANCE. (To THE EDITOR OF THE" SPECTATOR.") Sia,=I am
enclosing a paem, which I have received from Australia, taken from Everybody's Magazine. The idea seems to me very original and beautiful.—I am, Sir, fie., (Mrs.) M. PARKINSON. Waterfoot, Whaley Bridge, Cheshire.
"RED-ROBED FRANCE.
The Huns stripped off my own green gown And left me stark and bare; My sons. they spread a red robe down And wrapped me in it there.
The garb they brought was red as blood—
The robe was red as flame; They veiled me in it where I stood And took away my shame.
Was ever web so costly wove Or warp so glorious spun?
I'll wear no vestment prized above That wide and scarlet one.
Though younger sons, some happier day, Weave me a fair green gown Anew, or bid me don array • Of corn-ripe gold and brown.
The names (like beads, told one by one) My heart will still repeat; Will call, with tears, each dear, dear son Whose red robe wrapped my feet!
CHARLES BUXTON GOING, in Everybody's Magazine."
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