O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute: Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime, Our greatest yet with least pretence, Great in council and great in war, Foremost captain of his time, Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
O good gray head which all men knew,
O voice from which their omens all men drew,
O iron nerve to true occasion true,
O fall'n at length that tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew ! Such was he whom we deplore.
The long self-sacrifice of life is o'er.
The great World-victor's victor will be seen no more.
Who is he that cometh, like an honour'd guest,
With banner and with music, with soldier and with priest, With a nation weeping, and breaking on my rest?
Mighty seaman, this is he
Was great by land as thou by sea.
Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man,
The greatest sailor since our world began.
Now, to the roll of muffled drums,
To thee the greatest soldier comes;
Was great by land as thou by sea; His foes were thine; he kept us free; O give him welcome, this is he, Worthy of our gorgeous rites, And worthy to be laid by thee; For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, Nor ever lost an English gun; This is he that far away Against the myriads of Assaye Clash'd with his fiery few and won; And underneath a nearer sun, Warring on a later day,
Round affrighted Lisbon drew The treble works, the vast designs Of his labour'd rampart-lines, Where he greatly stood at bay,
Whence he issued forth anew, And ever great and greater grew, Beating from the wasted vines Back to France her banded swarms, Back to France with countless blows, Till o'er the hills her eagles flew Past the Pyrenean pines, Follow'd up in valley and glen With blare of bugle, clamour of men, Roll of cannon and clash of arms, And England pouring on her foes. Such a war had such a close. He withdrew to brief repose.
Again their ravening eagle rose
In anger, wheel'd on Europe-shadowing wings, And barking for the thrones of kings,
Till one that sought but Duty's iron crown On that loud sabbath shook the spoiler down; A day of onsets of despair!
Dash'd on every rocky square
Their surging charges foam'd themselves away; Last, the Prussian trumpet blew ;
Thro' the long-tormented air
Heaven flash'd a sudden jubilant ray,
And down we swept and charged and overthrew.
So great a soldier taught us there,
What long-enduring hearts could do
In that world's-earthquake, Waterloo ! Mighty seaman, tender and true,
And pure as he from taint of craven guile, O saviour of the silver-coasted isle, O shaker of the Baltic and the Nile, If aught of things that here befall Touch a spirit among things divine, If love of country move thee there at all, Be glad, because his bones are laid by thine! And thro' the centuries let a people's voice In full acclaim,
Far on in summers that we shall not see: Peace, it is a day of pain
For one about whose patriarchal knee Late the little children clung:
O peace, it is a day of pain
For one, upon whose hand and heart and brain Once the weight and fate of Europe hung. Ours the pain, be his the gain!
More than is of man's degree Must be with us, watching here At this, our great solemnity. Whom we see not we revere. We revere, and we refrain
From talk of battles loud and vain, And brawling memories all too free For such a wise humility
As befits a solemn fane;
We revere, and while we hear
The tides of Music's golden sea
Setting toward eternity,
Lifted up in heart are we,
Until we doubt not that for one so true There must be other nobler work to do Than when he fought at Waterloo, And Victor he must ever be.
For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and evermore Make and break, and work their will; Tho' worlds on worlds in myriad myriads rol Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours,
What know we greater than the soul?
On God and Godlike men we build our trust.
Hush, the Dead March sounds in the people's ears:
The dark crowd moves: and there are sobs and tears: The black earth yawns: the mortal disappears; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust;
He is gone who seem'd so great. Gone; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown
Than any wreath that man can weave him. But speak no more of his renown,
Lay your earthly fancies down,
And in the vast cathedral leave him.
God accept him, Christ receive him.
VERSES DELIVERED TO THE EARL OF SOMERSETT,
(By Ben Jonson. Recently discovered.*)
To the Most Noble and above his Titles, Robert, Earle of Somerset :—
THEY are not those, are present wth theyr face,
And clothes, and guifts, that only do thee grace At these thy nuptials; but, whose heart and thought Do wayte upon thee; and theyr Loue not bought, Such weare true Wedding robes, and are true Freindes, That bid, God give thee ioy and haue no endes
W'h I do, early, vertuous Somerset,
And pray, thy ioys as lasting bee, as gret.
Not only this, but euery day of thine,
With the same looke, or wth a better shine, May she whom thou for spouse today dost take Out-bee yt Wife, in worth, thy freind did make : And thou to her, that Husband, may exalt
Hymens amends, to make it worth his fault. So be there neuer discontent, or sorrow
To rise wth eyther of you, on the morrow. So be yo'r Concord, still, as deepe as mute; And euery ioy in mariage, turne a fruite. So may thy Mariage-Pledges', comforts proue: And euery birth encrease the heate of Love. So in theyr number may you neuer see Mortality, till you a mortall bee.
And when your yeares rise more, than would be told Yet neyther of you seeme to th' other old.
That all, yt view you then, and late may say, Sure this glad payre were maried but this day.
* An account of the discovery of these lines will be found in the CHRONICLE, p. 31.
[N.B. The figures within Crotchets refer to the History.]
ACCIDENTS-Fatal gas-lamp explosion, 3; Mr. Cumming and son drowned at Matlock, 7; explosions of powder- magazines, 10; colliery explosions at Ringley, Trimdon Pit, Holywell Level, Thornyhurst Colliery, 12; singular accident with a cannon at Woolwich, 16; the Holmfirth cata- strophe, 17 and 477; extraordinary accident at the Pavilion, Brighton, 18; shameful trick with detonating powder, 23; explosion of boiler at Oldham, 27; on London and North Western Railway at Kilburn Bridge, 40; on South Western Railway at Bishopstoke, 40; colliery explosion near Wigan, twelve persons killed, 72; fatal colliery explosions Hepburn Colliery 22 persons killed, near Aderdare 65 persons killed, near Preston 36 killed, at Gwend- raeth Vale Colliery 27 persons drowned, 73; on the Shropshire Union Railway, 80; at the Liverpool Corn Exchange, 83; fatal balloon ascent at Manchester, Mr. Goulston killed, 83; at the Baths and Wash- houses, Oxford, 84; explosion of a shell at Portsmouth, 88; at Black- wall, by upsetting ladle of molten iron, 93; terrific accidents to steam- boats in America, 101; numerous accidents by drowning, 101; dread- ful railway accidents-at Burnley, several persons killed, 102; near Stockton-on-Tees, Mr. Grainger killed, 103; at the Ashford Station, South-Eastern Railway, 104; London and North Western Railway, Hamp- ton Station, and at Crewe, 105; at the Bolton Station, Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway, 106; on the Thames, several persons drowned, 107; dreadful omnibus accident near Otley, 121; several persons killed by lightning, 126; soldier killed at target-practice, 134; accidents during the great floods, 135, 184, 198, 212; accident to a balloon party, 147; fall of two houses in Seven Dials, 149; deaths by lightning, 149; on the
Accidents-continued.
Bristol and Exeter Railway, near Taunton, 151; near Sheffield, 151; near Leighton, London and Birming ham Railway, 152; on Scotch rail- ways, 152; fatal accident to a life- boat off Lytham, 153; two on the South-Eastern Railway, on the Great Northern, and near Broomsgrove, 157; at the Portobello Station, North British Railway-Scotch law on the subject, 167; fatal accident in the Zoological Gardens by the bite of a serpent, 172; numerous railway col- lisions at the Camden Town Sta- tion, at the Redhill Station, at the Heyford Station, 179; three men buried alive near Sheffield, 186; bursting of a reservoir at Bury, 203; collision at the Harrow Station, North Western Railway, 207; terrible col- liery accidents-at Shortwood Col- liery, at the Elsecar Pit, Bristol, 213; return of railway accidents in 1851 and 1852, 214.
ACTS, LIST OF, 15 & 16 VICT.-Public General Acts, 426; Local and Per- sonal Acts, declared public, 429; Private Acts printed, 437; Private Acts not printed, 438. AMAZON-Destruction of the mail steam- ship Amazon by fire in the Bay of Biscay, dreadful loss of life and suffering of the survivors, 4; RE- MARKABLE OCCURRENCES, 462. Antiquities-Discovery of an embalmed body in the crypt of St. Stephen's Chapel, 10; discovery of an ancient sally-port of Windsor Castle, 30; dis- covery of an unknown poem by Ben Jonson, 31; discoveries at Athens, 122; sale of Mr. Borrell's collection of coins and antiquities, 131; dis- coveries of embalmed bodies at Newnham Regis, 155.
BANKRUPTS, TABLE OF, 456. BIRKENHEAD-Fearful wreck of H.M. troop-ship Birkenhead, with loss of 438 lives, 28; REMARKABLE OCCUR- RENCES, 469.
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