For the first version of this song, which appeared in the London Examiner' for February 7, 1852, see the Notes. FIRST pledge our Queen this solemn night, God the traitor's hope confound! To this great cause of Freedom drink, my friends, And the great name of England, round and round. To all the loyal hearts who long To keep our English Empire whole ! To all our noble sons, the strong New England of the Southern Pole ! To England under Indian skies, To those dark millions of her realm! To Canada whom we love and prize, Whatever statesman hold the helm. Hands all round! God the traitor's hope confound! To this great name of England drink, my friends, And all her glorious empire, round and round. This was the title of the volume published late in 1886, containing the 'Locksley Hall,' 'The Fleet,'Opening of the Indian and Colonial Exhibition,' and 'The Promise of May.' The book had the following dedication: Beautiful was death in him, who saw the death, but kept the deck, Then, and here in Edward's time, an age of noblest English names, Christian conquerors took and flung the conquer'd Christian into flames. Love your enemy, bless your haters, said the Greatest of the great; Saving women and their babes, and sinking Christian love among the Churches look'd with the sinking wreck, Gone for ever! the twin of heathen hate. Ever? no- for since our From the golden alms of Blessing man had coin'd himself a curse: dying race began, Ever, ever, and for ever was the leading Rome of Cæsar, Rome of Peter, which was crueller? which was worse? light of man. Those that in barbarian burials kill'd the slave, and slew the wife France had shown a light to all men, preach'd a Gospel, all men's good; Felt within themselves the sacred passion Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and |