FRIEND SORROW.

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume IX, Issue 851, 28 September 1853, Page 3

FRIEND SORROW.

[From the Household Words/] Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her, Grief will pass away—- " Hope for fairer times in future, And forget to-day." Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain ; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain. Cheat her not with the old comfort, " Soon she will forget" — Bitter truth, alas, but matter Rather for regret ; Bid her not "Seek other pleasure?, Turn to other things :" — ■ Rather nurse her caged sorrow 'Till the captive sings. Rather bid her go forth bravely, And the stranger greet : Not as foe, with shield and buckler, But as dear friends meet ; Bid het with a strong clasp hold her, By her dusky wings ; And she'll whisper low and gently Blessings that she brings.

bones of Martin V.; the rings, the gold and silver chalices, th? tiara, all studded with precious stones, had disappeared. Their existence in the coffin had been verified about 50 years ago.

Female Compositors.—The printers in most of the large cities of America are on a "strike" -for wages. In Boston hundreds of women are employed in setting type, and the cxis to become gentral.

ample likely The Duke's Portrait Gallery.—"However indifferent as to portraits of himself, he employed the highest available art for those of his comrades. * Fighting ' Picton figures foremost, who closed bis brilliant career, like Wolfe and Moore, in the arms of victory ; —then Anglesey, by Lawrence, the impersonation of the dashing hussar, who in 1808 at Mayorga gave the enemy the first taste of the British sabre, and/ who at Waterloo struck and received the last blow;— Hill, the model of discipline, the quiet, collected Lieutenant, who never (Xceeded his orders, which he never failed to execute in consummate style :—Beresford, — the sagacious companion of many a reconnoitring ride and over many a midnight lamp—the man •of whom the Duke said, * If there be a weak point in a plan, that's the eye that's sure to see it.' The Marshal appears in the uniform of those Portuguese soldiers who, under liis instructions, became the * fighting-cocks of the army;' and, however undervalued by the -Spaniards, stood to their guns, while too often those proud semi-orientals fled every man to his home. Lawrence has given with truth and gusto the Herculean build of Beresford who, at Albuera, fought sword in hand more like a private than a chicf —nor does he less justice to the stalwart frame of Lynedoch, the gallant veteran who fluttered Victor at Barrosa, and ' alone did it.' Here of course is Fitzroy Somerset, so long the faithful follower and right-hand of the Duke in camp and cabinet —nor can we miss Alava, the true specimen of the good old Castilian, free •from stain, who was both at Trafalgar and Waterloo, and waged war to the knife against his country's inveterate enemy. In a worl, no corner of the room is without a hero : Murray, the polish--ed Cavalier and learned tactician, the justly prized quartermaster-general—(' next to Wellingtou our clearest head, I think,' says JuJge Larpent;)—Combermere, the splendid cavalry chief; Seaton (' the Beauty of Bravery'), Halkett, Grant, Freemantle, Barnes, and Elley, stand once more side by side, as when the foe was in front. Nor are the portraits of Marl- ■ borough or Nelson wanting to complete this glorious company of good men and true, who irod in their steps of honour. The pencil of Sir "William Beechy was, however, altogether unequal to the man of Trafalgar —poor in point of art, his piece is unlike in form and expression ; the spare war-and-weather-worn Admiral is swelled - into an overgrown 'figure-head,' The burning tire which animated his fragile frame is extinguished in the paint-pot of the feeble academical knight. However Nelson is rigged in the good old English uniform of Howe and Jervis, the free-and-easy blue and buff—the most thoroughbred of seamen is not braced op in the tailor travestie which now perplexes Portsmouth, and tends to turn your British tar into a cross be- ' tween the Prussian landswehr and the French gendarme.__JWe mentioned already that the Duke had the bust'of Gurirood id 'tire entrance of bis house—here.above-stairs he has also hung the < Colonel's picture among his best friends. This resolute sahreur and most useful henchman is clad in the installation dress of Esquire to a Knight of the Bath, in which capacity he attended the. Duke; and his name will survive, firmly inserted in the hem of bis patron's garment. His features are those of the rough and ready leader of a forlorn hope. Singularly enough, just before the storming of Ciudad Rodrigo began, some of our officers, in that mood which brings grim smiles on powder-begrimmed lips, were settling —so sure were they of success —what particular prize each would carry off; -and Gurwood—aspiring subaltern !—said he would take the French Governor—which he did. The Duke received the prisoner in the trenches, and bad him deliver his sword to his captor — ensem quern meruit/erat."—Quarterly Review.