23 JULY 1904, Page 16

Scarce taketh note of the once dreaded name Of him

who died to-day.

Yet this was he whose little realm so late Our utmost power defied : The country clown who matched his peasant State Against an Empire's pride.

Ah ! let the past's unhappy memories sleep ! Those bitter years have fled; And 'tis our wholesome English way to keep No quarrel with the dead.

Moreover, in our so much slandered land, Be it said in her defence, Age, exile, and misfortune still command Instinctive reverence.

These his best titles to our homage are: And as it passes, lo !

England inclines her head before the car That bears her ancient foe.

EDWARD SYDNEY TYLEE.