THE MEMORY OF THE WAR - CHIEF.

We do not mourn, we may not mourn, It is no fitting word, Though he has passed from us away Who wielded England's sword.

Be passed away, his work all done,

He passed, all full of days ; To wear for aye the warrior's crown,

The theme of England's praise.

Praise for his deed of bygone years, That threw a Despot down, And quelled full many a nation's fears, And gave back many a crown To heads, with hearts as worthless all As his, who made his sport Of setting up, or bidding fall, Thediuppeta of his court. Praise for that honesty of soul That ever scorned a lie, And made his thought an open scroll, And dared this land defy.

Believing, from his boyhood's school, That England's glory grew Obeying Crown and Nobles' rule, The many awed by few, He dared defy the angry crowd, The Platform and the Press; He dared proclaim his thoughts aloud, His purposes no less.

"The English people quiet are If they be let alone ; If they be not, to make them so A way can soon be shown."

" To stop the Duke, run, run for gold!" Shouted the trading races : To stop the Duke, armed young and old, Angry, not pallid faces.

The men—he knew not until then—

Who fought his famous battles, Were veritable, manly men ; Not Continental chattels.

He knew it then ; he changed his mood, He bowed before our Freedom ; Left us our rescue to make good From out our feudal Edom.

While, like our tutelar war-god, He watch'd our island home; O'er beach and cliff, and verdant sod, The invader's hovering doom.

We do not mourn, we may not mourn, He thus escaped from earth is, To enrol his name, beyond death's bourne, With our long line of worthies.

That sunbright day of drear November Was no day of mourning; It bade fair Freedom's foes remember Our nation's solemn warning.

A nation knowing to revere Its War-Chiefs storied worth; Yet knowing not a thought of fear, Though all the banded earth Be linked together hand in hand, To pull fair Freedom down, And plant on Freedom's natal land The Despot's hated crown.

" So God be with him !" as was said In the far-off olden time ; And "good as he" may we see arrayed "Five hundred" in our clime.

And men to match them, full of life, Our week-day working hosts, Tooled all for work, armed all for strife, To guard our threatened coasts.

So honour we his memory, Like honest men and true ; And neither force nor treachery) Shall ever "make us rue." A.