A Song for Bitle-Clubs.

HURRAH for the Rifle!-In days long ago

Our fathers were fear'd for the bill and the bow,
And Edwards and Harrys in battles of old

Were proud of their archers so burly and bold:

While Agincourt, Cressy, and Poictiers long since,

With great John of Gaunt, and the gallant Black Prince,

Tell out from old pages of history still

What Englishmen did with the bow and the bill.

Hurrah for the Rifle!-When England requires,

She still shall be proud of the sons of our sires ;
And rifle and bayonet then shall do more
Than ever did billhook or longbow of yore;
From hedgerow and coppice and cottage and farm
The foreigner's welcome, GOD wot! shall be warm,
And the crack of the rifle shall hint to the foe
How terrible once was the twang of the bow.

The Departure of the Baltic Fleet.

(WRITTEN AT THE TIME.)

I.

THE cannons have thunder'd their parting salute;

And veil'd in the clouds of that storm,

Each ship like an iceberg majestic and mute

Is lifting its pinnacled form;

The canvas is spreading and swells to the breeze, The anchors are weigh'd, one by one,

And away the proud giants walk over the seas

With their top-gallant sails in the sun!

II.

The Sov'reign in Person is leading them out,

And-Hark to the tempest of cheers

That make her yacht reel with that heart-stirring shout, And move her great spirit to tears!

Ah, Yes, for this Fleet is no holiday sight,

No melodrame's beautiful scene,

But death-dealing champions of Justice and Right

To combat for GOD and the Queen!

III.

And now in a terrible calm of suspense

The whole world is holding its breath,

As guessing what must be not many days hence,
Destruction and Vengeance and Death!

While steadily, sternly, the dignified Fleet
Moves forward, like Fate, on the foe,
Resolved this Disturber in battle to meet,

And crush him (please GOD!) at a blow.

IV.

harbours let Nicholas see

Sinope betimes,

Cronstadt, and Helsingfors be

his blunders and crimes!

Sweden; and set a Police

nited and strong

Dago to keep the world's peace,

is Russian from wrong.

V.

the Queen from her quarter-deck cries,

-u where'er you may roam!

! the heart of her people replies,

ors bring you safe home!

escape from all ruin and wrack,

y return to Spithead,

sia's navy in chains at your back,

e world's Tyranny dead!

The Soldier Comforted.

I.

AWAY to the War has the Soldier departed,

And with him both Husband and Father are gone,— His children, half-orphans, are left broken-hearted, His half-widow'd wife remains weeping alone! He goes like a Soldier-courageously, cheerly

To fight for the Right at his country's command, But leaves with a pang lest those he loves dearly

Should pine, in his absence, for Want in the land!