All heroes, heroes still,
For Lusitania's right;

Be red Roleia's hard-fought hill,
And Vimiera's fight:

And stout the heroes stood

On Talavera's day;

And wrote their conquering names in blood

At Salamanca's fray;

Still heroes, on they went
O'er Ciudad's gory fosse,

And stern Sebastian's battlement,

And thundering Badajoz

And, heroes ever, taught

Old Soult to fly and yield, Shouting "Victory" as they fought On red Vittoria's field;

And, heroes aye, they flew

To Orthez, conquering yet; Until, at whelming Waterloo, The Frenchman's sun had set!

Then, thanks! thou glorious chief,
And thanks! ye gallant band,
Who, under God, to man's relief
Stretched out the saving band:

All Britain thanks you well,

By peasant, peer, and king;
To all who fought for us, or fell,
Immortal honors bring!

Peal fast the merry chime,

And bid the cannon roar

In praise of heroes, whom all time

Shall cherish evermore!

PAIN.

DELAY not, sinner, till the hour of pain
To seek repentance; pain is absolute,
Exacting all the body and the brain,

Humanity's stern king from head to foot:

How canst thou pray, while fevered arrows shoot
Througn this torn targe, while every bone doth ache,
And the scared mind raves up and down her cell
Restless, and begging rest for mercy's sake?

Add not to death the bitter fears of hell;
Take pity on thy future self, poor man,
While yet in strength thy timely wisdom can,-
Wrestle to-day with sin; and spare that strife
Of meeting terrors in the van,
Just at the ebbing agony of life.

THREE VERSIONS OF ADRIAN'S APOSTROPHE.

ANIMULA, vagula, blandule,
Hospes, comesque, corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca?
Pallidula, rigidi, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?

I.

Pleasant little fluttering sprite,
Long my bosom's merry guest,
Whither now to wing thy flight?
Ah! thou frozen little wight,
Pale, and naked, and unblest,
Never more a jibe or jest?

Soft little butterfly-guest of my heart, Whither now flittest thou, spirit of mine? Woe, for thy merriment must it depart Naked and frigid and pallid to pine?

Serve them as you did the last,

No surrender, No surrender! Though the skies be overcast And upon the sleety blast Disappointments gather fast,

Beat them off with No Surrender!

Constant and courageous still,

Mind, the word is No surrender;

Battle, tho' it be uphill,

Stagger not at seeming ill,

No surrender, No surrender! Hope, and thus your hope fulfil, There's a way where there's a will,

And the way all cares to kill

Is to give them - No surrender!

NEVER MIND.

FOR MUSIC.

SOUL, be strong, whate'er betide,
God himself is guard and guide, -
With my Father at my side,
Never mind!

Clouds and darkness hover near,
Men's hearts failing them for fear,
But be thou of right good cheer,
Never mind!

Come what may, some work is done, Praise the Father through the Son, Goals are gain'd and prizes won, Never mind!

* See an interesting paper by Mr. F. C. Lukis, in the Archæological Journal for April, 1845.