THE WELLINGTON MONUMENT.
At last! How long ago the time
When England's paltry meanness killed
Her greatest Sculptor in his prime.
And hid his work, now called sublime,
In narrow space so nearly filled!
When, using Art beyond her taste,
Her greatest Captain's tomb he wrought,
That noblest effort was disgraced,—
It seemed to her a needless waste,
The Budget Surplus was her thought.
Now may she, with some sense of shame,
Amend the errors of the past,
Show honour to the Great Duke's name,
Repair the wrong to STEPHENS' fame,
And move the Monument at last!