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THE ATHENAEUM, 1858.
ON the seventh day of the new year a brief telegram was received from India announcing that "General Havelock died on the 24th of Death of
November from dysentery, brought on by ex- Havelock. posure and anxiety." On the 16th of January the following tribute appears in the Atlienaum:—
HAVELOCK. Wherever banner quivered on the wall,
While Christmas beaker steamed with jovial foam,
After the fond, familiar name of home,
Louder than pealing bells or cannon's boom
Hailing a weary chief, in glory come
—Who dreamed the task was done?—that Silence
Had stilled the sharp pursuing trumpet's breath?
—That arm so prompt to rescue and avenge Could lie so cold, re-conquered sands beneath?—
O my true country! shall not such a death Speak to thy myriad hearts with tongue no time can change? H. F. C
'Biographical On the 20th of March it is stated that the Re"CWiiiiam subscription to the 'Biographical Sketch of Brock. General Havelock/ by the Rev. William Brock,
had reached the very large number of 32,000
A poem by Mr. Gerald Massey on the death Death of Sir of Sir William Peel appeared in the Athenceum
of the 12th of June, and Mr. Gerald Massey has
SIR ROBERT'S SAILOR SON.
The ghosts of glories gone;
Still pass the live torch on!
Still burns as goodly zeal;
In men like William Peel!
With beautiful bravery clothed on,
And such high moral grace,
Out of his noble face!
He walkt our English way,
A weary working day.
His Sailors loved him so on deck,
So cheery was his call,
Followed him, guns and all.
For, as a battle-brand white-hot,
His Spirit grew and glowed, When in his swift war-chariot
The Avenger rose and rode.
Sleep, Sailor Darling, true and brave,
With our dead Soldiers sleep!
You shall have died to keep.
To have folded round your breast,
And other place of rest.
We might have reached you with our wreath
If living; but laid low
The dearness deepens so!
So young to wear that crown,
As shake the last tears down.
God rest you, gallant William Peel,
With those whom England leaves Scattered, as still she plies her steel,
But God gleans up in sheaves.
Till Boys shall feel as Men,
Death gives us back again.
Our old Norse Fathers speak in you,
That sets our hearts a-beating to
There comes a Spirit from the deep,
That rouses from its Inland sleep
Sir William Peel, the gallant commander of the Naval Brigade, was born in 1824, and was a son of the great statesman. Sir William, with four hundred seamen and ten 68-pounders in a steamer towing flats, left Calcutta for Allahabad on the 18th of August, 1857. On the 19th of March in the following year he was wounded in the successful attack on Lucknow. He died of smallpox on the 27th of April at Cawnpore, while on his way down, bound for China, where his services were required. His death caused The Naval universal regret. Capt. Peel's Naval Brigade Brigade. proved So successful that at the time of his
death there were two thousand men scattered in different detachments throughout the country. One illustration will show the popularity of the service. While the H.C.S. Coromandel was off Madras the seamen on shore heard that men were being shipped for service in Bengal, and immediately came off in large parties, going away much disappointed when they found that only a few men were wanted to complete the crew. The loose clothing of the sailors gave them a great advantage over the soldiers, and enabled them to
undergo more hardships. The tight belt worn
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