Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

"charge, Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, On!" Were The Last Words Of Marmion.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

That Day Of Wrath, That Dreadful Day. When Heaven And Earth Shall Pass Away.

He That Climbs The Tall Tree Has Won Right To The Fruit, He That Leaps The Wide Gulf Should Prevail In His Suit.

The Tear, Down Childhood's Cheek That Flows, Is Like The Dewdrop On The Rose; When Next The Summer Breeze Comes By And Waves The Bush, The Flower Is Dry.