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Colonial.
But oh , how the tear on her eyelid grew bright , AVhen after whole pages of sorrow and shame , She saw History write , With a pencil of light , That illumed whole volumes , her Wellington ' s name .
Hail , star of my isle , said the spirit , all sparkling With beams , such as break from her own dewy skies ; Through ages of sorrow , deserted and darkling , I ' ve watched for some glory like thine to arise : For though heroes I ' ve number'd , unblest was their lot , Ancl unhallow'd they sleep in the cross-ways of Fame . But , oh ! there is not One dishonouring blot On the wreath that encircles my Wellington ' s name .
Ancl still the last crown of thy toils is remaining , The grandest , the purest , e ' en thou hast yet known ; Though proud was thy task , other nations unchaining , Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own . At the foot of that throne , for whose weal thou hast stood , Go , plead for the land that first cradled thy fame , And bright o ' er the flood Of her tears and her blood
, Let the rainbow of hope be her Wellington ' s name . " These words did not fall unheeded on the heart of the hero . He did plead the cause of seven millions of his enslaved and degraded countrymen , he dashed the chains from their limbs , and taught them to tread their native soil as free men . But the Destroyer has laid him low . England now mourns her greatest soldier and her greatest statesman . And we can feel , my Brethren , when the soul of our fatherland is stirred by grief ; we can weep when our mother-country is
bathed in tears ; for the blood of the old country courses through the veins of the new , and the lamentations of the parent will find expression in the sorrows of the child . Guided by the spirit of the press , we have followed the hero ' s hearse , we have looked into his tomb , and have left him silent in the shroud of marble within which his grateful country has enclosed his honoured remains . But of him it may be truly said that he still lives ; in the peace which the world enjoys , he lives ; in the reputation which England has acquired , he lives ; the
fame and glory of our land are inseparable from his renown ; it would be alike inconvenient and impertinent were I , on this occasion , to attempt to analyse the history of these dark and troublous times , out of whose obscurity the fame of " the Duke" arises , pure as a star ; much less should I be justified in endeavouring to follow the march of his victories , which , commencing in Asiatic triumph , terminated in European deliverance . England then battled , not for conquest but for peace ; and the great soldier whose talents i-aised him to the command of her armies , knew how to merge self in the service of his country ,
and to count no achievement glorious in which duty did not shine conspicuous as the guiding light . But why should I speak of his services ? You know them well . Why should I invoke your gratitude . You feel more than I can express . Hard by the new-made grave of Wellington , reposes the honoured dust of Nelson , and o ' er them waves the meteor flag of England , which amid the wreck of order ancl the ruin of nations ,, floated on the breeze as the hope , the joy , and envy of the world . This flag was ever their care : the one would have found in it a shroudthe other would have nailed it to the mastere the foe should have
, , sullied the magic of its blazonry . By the side of Nelson , Wellington reposes ; united in service , in death they are not divided . Be it our pride , my Brothers , to remember their virtues and their services ; and while we bless God that in the hour of her greatest need , the fleets and armies of our country were guided by her bravest sailor and her greatest soldier , let us drink in solemn silence the memory of Brother , Arthur Wellesley , Duke of Wellington , VOL . 1 . 2 l )
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Colonial.
But oh , how the tear on her eyelid grew bright , AVhen after whole pages of sorrow and shame , She saw History write , With a pencil of light , That illumed whole volumes , her Wellington ' s name .
Hail , star of my isle , said the spirit , all sparkling With beams , such as break from her own dewy skies ; Through ages of sorrow , deserted and darkling , I ' ve watched for some glory like thine to arise : For though heroes I ' ve number'd , unblest was their lot , Ancl unhallow'd they sleep in the cross-ways of Fame . But , oh ! there is not One dishonouring blot On the wreath that encircles my Wellington ' s name .
Ancl still the last crown of thy toils is remaining , The grandest , the purest , e ' en thou hast yet known ; Though proud was thy task , other nations unchaining , Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own . At the foot of that throne , for whose weal thou hast stood , Go , plead for the land that first cradled thy fame , And bright o ' er the flood Of her tears and her blood
, Let the rainbow of hope be her Wellington ' s name . " These words did not fall unheeded on the heart of the hero . He did plead the cause of seven millions of his enslaved and degraded countrymen , he dashed the chains from their limbs , and taught them to tread their native soil as free men . But the Destroyer has laid him low . England now mourns her greatest soldier and her greatest statesman . And we can feel , my Brethren , when the soul of our fatherland is stirred by grief ; we can weep when our mother-country is
bathed in tears ; for the blood of the old country courses through the veins of the new , and the lamentations of the parent will find expression in the sorrows of the child . Guided by the spirit of the press , we have followed the hero ' s hearse , we have looked into his tomb , and have left him silent in the shroud of marble within which his grateful country has enclosed his honoured remains . But of him it may be truly said that he still lives ; in the peace which the world enjoys , he lives ; in the reputation which England has acquired , he lives ; the
fame and glory of our land are inseparable from his renown ; it would be alike inconvenient and impertinent were I , on this occasion , to attempt to analyse the history of these dark and troublous times , out of whose obscurity the fame of " the Duke" arises , pure as a star ; much less should I be justified in endeavouring to follow the march of his victories , which , commencing in Asiatic triumph , terminated in European deliverance . England then battled , not for conquest but for peace ; and the great soldier whose talents i-aised him to the command of her armies , knew how to merge self in the service of his country ,
and to count no achievement glorious in which duty did not shine conspicuous as the guiding light . But why should I speak of his services ? You know them well . Why should I invoke your gratitude . You feel more than I can express . Hard by the new-made grave of Wellington , reposes the honoured dust of Nelson , and o ' er them waves the meteor flag of England , which amid the wreck of order ancl the ruin of nations ,, floated on the breeze as the hope , the joy , and envy of the world . This flag was ever their care : the one would have found in it a shroudthe other would have nailed it to the mastere the foe should have
, , sullied the magic of its blazonry . By the side of Nelson , Wellington reposes ; united in service , in death they are not divided . Be it our pride , my Brothers , to remember their virtues and their services ; and while we bless God that in the hour of her greatest need , the fleets and armies of our country were guided by her bravest sailor and her greatest soldier , let us drink in solemn silence the memory of Brother , Arthur Wellesley , Duke of Wellington , VOL . 1 . 2 l )