THE SPLENDID THREE.

Turned back my gaze, on Spain's romantic shore

I see Gaul bending by the grave of Moore,

And later, when the page of Fame I scan

I see brave France at deadly Inkerman,

While on red Balaklava's field I hear

Gallia's applause swell Albion's ringing cheer,

England and France, as Allies, side by side

Fought on the Pieho's melancholy tide,

And there, brave Tattnall, ere the fight was done,

Stirred English hearts as far as shone the sun,

Or tides and billows in their courses run.

That day,‘ mid the dark Pieho's slaughter

He said: “Blood is thicker than water!”

And your true man though “brayed in a mortar”

At feast, or at fray

Will still feel it and say

As he said: “Blood is thicker than water!”