Silent and secret they left him there,
The wound in his head fresh and gory;
Replaced all the plants and the shrubs as they were,
And hoped to discredit the story.
JANE KENNEDY.
THE BURIAL OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.
THE drums were heard, and the funeral notes,
As his corpse to the City was carried;
The soldiers discharged their farewell shots,
Near the grave where our hero we buried.