15 AUGUST 1891, Page 17

The man whose heart for England's greatness yearned, And so

to England's least ones ever turned, The lads unfathered, houseless, and unfed, And strove to show them duty P Shall the dead Who left their bones where Nubian deserts burned Not cry across the silence, "You have spurned Honour, in thus forgetting Honour's head"?

Oh, by the sorrow of that far Soudan, The hero's watching lest our England fail In duty to the lifting of the low, In fealty to the Saviour Son of Man, Let the great Singer's trumpet-tone prevail Till true men wake to do the will they know.

H. D. RAWNSLEY.