"FOR THIS RELIEF, MUCH THANKS!"

["Fort Chitral, April 20.—Colonel Kelly's force from Gilghit arrived to-day.... Much sickness from bad food, excessive work, and exposure. Conduct of troops admirable.... The discipline, devotion, and fortitude displayed by all ranks under circumstances which required all those qualities are beyond all praise."—Dr. Robertson's Summary of the Siege of Chitral.]

"Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd

This star of England."

Chorus: King Henry the Fifth, Act V., Scene 2.

Only one more "little war,"—of course,

Precipitate pluck, and inadequate force—

Such wars as our England wages

At terrible cost in British lives,

And orphan children and widowed wives,

Whereat, though greatly our glory thrives,

Our conscience sometimes rages.

But such little wars may need great hearts,

And the wandering heroes who play their parts

For England, the wide world over;

Fight as well though they fight—and fall—

In a leagured hut, by a shattered wall,

As though the purple of Wellington's pall

Each death-cold breast should cover.

Devotion, fortitude, discipline? Yes!

They always shine in the perilous press,

Where British soldiers rally.

Shine as bright in the hopeless dark

Of the mad mêlée, though there's none to mark

The scattered wreckage ruddy and stark

Of the last brave stand or sally.

We rejoice to hear, though we knew we should,

Chitral's defenders again made good

The glorious old tradition

Of loyalty to the flying flag.

Cynics may dub it the torn red rag,

But our tongues shall laud, whilst those tongues can wag,

That splendid "superstition."

The men who stood, and the men who came

O'er ice-bound ridges with hearts aflame,

To relieve their leagured brothers,

Have all done well; and the tawny skin

Of those who helped us to war and win,—

Well, your little Englander's less akin

To England than those others!

"For this relief, much thanks!" And thanks

To dead, and living, and of all ranks.

Forget their service? Never!

"Small time," indeed, but as brightly shone

"This star of England," as it had done

On that stricken field when the lurid sun

Of the Corsican sank for ever.


A FIRST STEP
TOWARDS HISTRIONICS.

(Under the guidance of Herr Goethemann.)

(To be continued.)