Quickly and gladly I laid it down
To a place where no more it could worry,
I stirred not a twine and I raised not a tone,
But I silently left in my glory.
GARRYOWEN JACK.
THE FATE OF GENERAL GORDON.
NOT a drum was heard, not a martial note,
As our Gordon to Khartoum was hurried;
But into the desert our hero we shot,
And there in the desert he's buried.