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# Rose leaves

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* "Rose leaves", 1915 poem by Covington Hall
* "The Rose-leaves", 1917 poem by John Cowper Powys
# Rose of No Man's Land

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    I've seen some beautiful flowers,
    Grow in life's garden fair,
    I've spent some wonderful hours,
    Lost in their fragrance rare;
    But I have found another,
    Wondrous beyond compare.
    There's a rose that grows on "No Man's Land"
    And it's wonderful to see,
    Tho' its spray'd with tears, it will live for years,
    In my garden of memory.
    It's the one red rose the soldier knows,
    It's the work of the Master's hand;
    Mid the War's great curse, Stands the Red Cross Nurse,
    She's the rose of "No Man's Land".
    Out of the heavenly splendour,
    Down to the trail of woe,
    God in his mercy has sent her,
    Cheering the world below;
    We call her "Rose of Heaven",
    We've learned to love her so.
    There's a rose that grows on "No Man's Land"
    And it's wonderful to see,
    Tho' its spray'd with tears, it will live for years,
    In my garden of memory.
    It's the one red rose the soldier knows,
    It's the work of the Master's hand;
    Mid the War's great curse, Stands the Red Cross Nurse,
    She's the rose of "No Man's Land".
French Lyric by Louis Delamarre, 1918
    J'ai vu bien des fleurs s'empourprer,
    Au jardin de la vie.
    Et souvent j'aime à m'enivrer
    De leur senteur be'nie.
    J'en sais une au pur eclat,
    Sans rival ici-bas.
    La rose fleurit sous les Boulets,
    En avant du front elle est
    De pleurs arrosée
    Pour bien des années.
    Dans nos coeurs elle restera,
    La rose rouge amour du soldat.
    Dans cette enceinte où rien ne bouge,
    L'ombre qui parâit,
    Portant la Croix Rouge,
    C'est la Roses des Boulets.
# Rose in the Bud

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* "Rose in the Bud" (1907), a song by Percy J. Barrow
* "The Rose in the Bud" (1864), a song by J. Starr Holloway
# Royal Naval Biography/Gunning, Orlando George Sutton

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ORLANDO GEORGE SUTTON GUNNING, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant into the Morgiana sloop. Captain William Finlaison, on the African station, Sept. 25th, 1821; and promoted to the command of the Infernal bomb, Feb. 26th, 1830. He returned home in that vessel, from the Mediterranean, May 27th, 1830; and was paid off, at Chatham, on the 11th June following.
# Royal Naval Biography/Groves, James

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JAMES GROVES, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant on the 1st of June, 1802; and served as such under Sir Home Popham, in the Romney 50, ​Diadem 64, and Venerable 74; on the East India station, at the capture of the Cape of Good Hope and Buenos Ayres; at the reduction of Walcheren, and on the north coast of Spain. He subsequently accompanied Sir James Lucas Yeo to Canada, and was serving on the Lakes when promoted to his present rank, Feb. 14th, 1814.
This officer married, Nov. 14th, 1825, Susan Isabella, second daughter of the late Mr. John Harington, of Penzance.
# Royal Naval Biography/Hagan, Robert

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ROBERT HAGAN, Esq. [Commander.]
Passed his examination, at Plymouth, about May 1814; obtained his first commission on 25th Oct. 1816; and was appointed to the command of the Thistle gun-brig, fitting out for the African station. May 20th, 1819. With only the means which the command of this small vessel gave him, he captured and released from slavery upwards of four thousand persons. Previous to his departure from the coast, the Members of Council and Foreign Judges at Sierra Leone, addressed a letter of thanks to him for his unwearied exertions and gallant conduct in that quarter; and accompanied it with a piece of plate, as a token of their esteem. The merchants, traders, and inhabitants of the colony, manifested their regard by presenting him with a similar address, and a sword value 100 guineas. He returned home, paid off the Thistle, and was promoted to the rank of commander in May 1823. This officer is now employed in the Irish coast guard service.
# Royal Naval Biography/Hall, Percy Fraser

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PERCY FRASER HALL, Esq. [Commander.]
A son of the late Very Rev. Charles Henry Hall, Dean of Durham, who died in 1827, by the Hon. Anna Maria Bridget Byng, third daughter of John, fifth Viscount Torrington, and aunt to the present peer.
This officer was made a lieutenant on the 16th Oct. 1821; appointed to the Active frigate. Captain Andrew King, Feb. 25th, 1822; and promoted to his present rank April 30th, J827. He married, Sept. 25th, in the same year, Amelia Ourry, eldest daughter of the late Captain George Wolfe, R.N., C.B.
# Royal Naval Biography/Grumby, Arthur

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ARTHUR GRUMBY, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant in 1781; promoted to his present rank in April, 1802; and subsequently employed in the Sea-Fencible service.
# Royal Naval Biography/Hackett, John

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JOHN HACKETT, Esq. [Commander.]
Passed his examination in July 1808; obtained his first commission on the 11th May, 1811; and subsequently served under Captains Thomas Barclay and Richard Walter Wales, in the Success troop-ship and Epervier sloop. On the 23d Feb. 1814, he assisted in capturing, off Cape Sable, the American privateer Alfred, of 16 guns and 110 men. On the 29th April following, he had his left arm shattered by a shot, and received a severe splinter wound, in an action with the United States’ ship Peacock, the unfortunate result of which has been stated in Suppl. Part IV. pp. 127–129. On the 23d Oct. 1815, he was granted a pension of 182l. 10s. per annum; and on the 2d Sept. 1828, we find him advanced to the rank of commander. He was appointed to the Jaseur sloop, fitting out for the Mediterranean station, Nov. 4th, 1833.
# Royal Naval Biography/Hall, Edward

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EDWARD HALL, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant in June, 1797; and commander on the 12th of Aug. 1812.
# Some Account of New Zealand/Chapter 4

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Chap. IV.
The natives of New Zealand, at least the part of it I visited, are of a very superior order, both in point of personal appearance and intellectual endowments.
The men are usually from five feet eight inches to six feet in height; well proportioned, and exhibit evident marks of great strength.
The colour of the natives, taken as a mean, resembles that of an European gipsy; but there is considerable difference in the shades, varying between a dark chesnut and the light agreeable tinge of an English brunette. ​
Their countenances are in general open; and though you are not alarmed by any marks of savage ferocity, you clearly discover signs of undaunted courage, and a resolution not easily shaken.
The workings of the mind are readily discernable in most instances; but this country is not without its dissemblers; and particularly among those advanced in life are to be found some who can smile, and assent to your opinion, when their natural feelings dictate a frown, and a decided disapprobation of your conduct or sentiments.
The natives have a great aversion from spirits, and I do not find that they have any mode of intoxication among them; they are consequently robust, cheerful, and active, and probably, in many instances, live to a great age.
I observed, that in a few persons the appearances of longevity were very strongly marked, though it is impossible to speak with certainty upon the subject, there being no positive criterion for determining the age of man. In some in​stances we observe all the characteristics of old age at a very early period of life, while in others juvenility is protracted to an advanced stage.
Returning from this digression, I must say something of the fair part of the creation of the Bay of Islands, and there is really no great impropriety in the term, for many of the women were scarcely to be denominated brunettes. Their features in general are regular and pleasing, with long black hair, and dark penetrating eyes. The tattooing of their lips, and the quantity of oil and red earth with which they anoint their persons and hair, would not be agreeable to the taste of a refined European; but I can conceive to a New Zealand lover, their well-formed figure, the interesting cast of their countenance, and the sweet tone of their voice, must render them extremely desirable companions, to soothe his cares, and strew his path through life with flowers: for savage life has its cares and perplexities as well as that of the polished native of the most enlightened country. ​Having given some account of the inhabitants of New Zealand, I shall proceed to say something of their religion and government, their occupations and amusements, and their ordinary customs and habits of life.
# Some Account of New Zealand/Chapter 3

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Chap. III.
The capital of this part of the country, which is situated partly on the main land, and partly on a small island, is called Tippoonah, and consists in the whole of about an hundred dwellings. On the main the dwellings of the natives are surrounded each by a little patch of cultivated ground; but the island is appropriated to the residence of a chieftain and his court, where no cultivation is carried on. This island is so exceedingly abrupt in its ascent, and consequently so easily defended against an enemy, that it is frequently the refuge of the natives in ​time of war; answering all the purposes of a citadel of considerable strength: It is also their arsenal and general depot for articles of value in times of—peace—I was about to add, but, alas! these times are rarely known in savage life where the population is considerable .
Tippeehee, the chieftain, has a well constructed dwelling on this island, and a large collection of spears, war mats, and other valuables.
A short distance from the residence of the chief is an edifice every way similar to a dove cote, standing upon a single post, and not larger than dove cotes usually are.
In this Tippeehee confined one of his daughters several years; we understood she had fallen in love with a person of inferior condition, and that these means were adopted to prevent her from bringing disgrace upon her family. The space allotted to the lady would neither allow of her standing up, or stretching at her length; she had a trough in which her food was deposited as often as ​was thought necessary during her confinement, and I could not find that she was allowed any other accommodation. These privations, and all converse being denied her, proves that Tippeehee was determined to exhibit a severe example to his subjects; at least to such of the young ladies of this part of New Zealand as might be inclined to degrade themselves and their families by unsuitable alliances.
The long confinment, with all its inconveniencies, produced the desired effect, in rendering the princess obedient to the wishes of her royal parent. This barbarous cage, which is ornamented with much grotesque carving, still remains as a memento in terrorem to all the young ladies under Tippeehee's government.
The dwellings of the natives are usually about five feet high, the walls of which are wattled, and made close with rushes. The thatch is of strong bladed grass, and generally well applied.
The space the hut occupies is propor​tioned to the number of the family: there is usually but one aperture or entrance, and is, in appearance, not unlike a bee-hive.
These are the common lodging-huts of the natives; their cooking operations, which, indeed, do not require a great number of vessels, or attendants, are carried on in a shed at a little distance from the hut, and which is formed by fixing four posts in the ground, about five feet high, on which is laid a flat covering of rushes.
# Some Account of New Zealand/Conclusion

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Conclusion.
From the preceding pages I imagine it will be seen that New Zealand is a country highly interesting: the part of it which I ​have attempted to describe is of greater importance to Europeans than any other, on account of the ocean in its vicinity being very much frequented by spermaceti whales, and the ample supply of refreshment it affords. The harbours are safe and capacious, the country beautiful, the soil favourable to cultivation; and the natives are in all respects a superior race of Indians. These advantages hold out great inducements for colonization, which may hereafter deserve the attention of some European power. The exorbitant price of European labour in new colonies, it is extremely probable would be obviated by the assistance of the natives: their intelligence is such as to render them capable of instruction, and I have no doubt but they would prove as essentially useful to a colony established in their country, as the natives of India prove to our Asiatic dominions.
# Songs of a Savoyard/The Sorcerer's Song

From The Sorcerer.
THE SORCERER'S SONG.
OH! my name is John Wellington Wells—
I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
In blessings and curses,
And ever filled purses,
In prophecies, witches and knells!
If you want a proud foe to "make tracks"—
If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax—
You've but to look in
On our resident Djinn,
Number seventy, Simmery Axe
We've a first class assortment of magic;
And for raising a posthumous shade
With effects that are comic or tragic,
There's no cheaper house in the trade
Love-philtre—we've quantities of it;
And for knowledge if any one burns,
We keep an extremely small prophet, a prophet
Who brings us unbounded returns:
For he can prophesy
With a wink of his eye,
Peep with security
Into futurity,
Sum up your history,
Clear up a mystery,
Humour proclivity
For a nativity.
With mirrors so magical,
Tetrapods tragical.
Bogies spectacular,
Answers oracular,
Facts astronomical.
Solemn or comical,
And, if you want it, he
Makes a reduction on taking a quantity!
Oh!
If any one anything lacks,
He'll find it all ready in stacks,
If he'll only look in
On the resident Djinn,
Number seventy, Simmery Axe!
He can raise you hosts
Of ghosts,
And that without reflectors;
And creepy things
With wings,
And gaunt and grisly spectres!
He can fill you crowds
Of shrouds,
And horrify you vastly;
He can rack your brains
With chains,
And gibberings grim and ghastly.
Then, if you plan it, he
Changes organity,
With an urbanity,
Full of Satanity,
Vexes humanity
With an inanity
Fatal to vanity—
Driving your foes to the verge of insanity!
Barring tautology, In demonology,
'Lectro biology, Mystic nosology,
Spirit philology, High class astrology,
Such is his knowledge, he
Isn't the man to require an apology!
Oh!
My name is John Wellington Wells,
I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
In blessings and curses,
And ever filled purses—
In prophecies, witches and knells.
If any one anything lack,
He'll find it all ready in stacks,
If he'll only look in
On the resident Djinn,
Number seventy, Simmery Axe!
# Songs of a Savoyard/The Working Monarch

From The Gondoliers.
THE WORKING MONARCH.
RISING early in the morning,
We proceed to light our fire,
Then our Majesty adorning
In its work-a-day attire,
We embark without delay
On the duties of the day.
First, we polish off some batches
Of political despatches,
And foreign politicians circumvent;
Then, if business isn't heavy,
We may hold a Royal levée,
Or ratify some Acts of Parliament:
Then we probably review the household troops—
With the usual "Shalloo humps!" and "Shalloo hoops!"
Or receive with ceremonial and state
An interesting Eastern Potentate.
After that we generally
Go and dress our private valet—
(It's a rather nervous duty—he a touchy little man)—
Write some letters literary
For our private secretary—
He is shaky in his spelling, so we help him if we can.
Then, in view of cravings inner,
We go down and order dinner;
Or we polish the Regalia and the Coronation Plate—
Spend an hour in titivating
All our Gentlemen-in-Waiting;
Or we run on little errands for the Ministers of State.
Oh, philosophers may sing
Of the troubles of a King;
Yet the duties are delightful, and the privileges great;
But the privilege and pleasure
That we treasure beyond measure
Is to run on little errands for the Ministers of State!
After luncheon (making merry
On a bun and glass of sherry),
If we've nothing in particular to do.
We may make a Proclamation,
Or receive a Deputation—
Then we possibly create a Peer or two.
Then we help a fellow creature on his path
With the Garter or the Thistle or the Bath:
Or we dress and toddle off in semi State
To a festival, a function, or a fête.
Then we go and stand as sentry
At the Palace (private entry),
Marching hither, marching thither, up and down and to and fro,
While the warrior on duty
Goes in search of beer and beauty
(And it generally happens that he hasn't far to go).
He relieves us, if he's able,
Just in time to lay the table,
Then we dine and serve the coffee; and at half-past twelve or one,
With a pleasure that's emphatic.
We retire to our attic
With the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done.
Oh, philosophers may sing
Of the troubles of a King,
But of pleasures there are many and of troubles there are none;
And the culminating pleasure
That we treasure beyond measure
Is the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done!
# Songs of a Savoyard/They'll None of Them be Missed

From The Mikado.
THEY'LL NONE OF 'EM BE MISSED.
AS some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list—I've got a little list
Of social offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed—who never would be missed!
There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs—
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs—
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat—
All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like that—
And all third persons who on spoiling tête-à-têtes insist—
They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed!
There's the nigger serenader, and the others of his race,
And the piano organist—I've got him on the list!
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
They never would be missed—they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own; And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy, And who doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to try; And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist— I don't think she'd be missed—I'm sure she'd not be missed!
And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife, The Judicial humorist—I've got him on the list! All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life— They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed. And apologetic statesmen of the compromising kind, Such as—What-d'ye-call-him—Thing'em-Bob, and likewise—Never-mind, And 'St—'st—'st—and What's-his-name, and also—You-know-who— (The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you!) But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list, For they'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed!
# Songs of a Savoyard/The Rover's Apology

From Trial by Jury.
THE ROVER'S APOLOGY.
OH, gentlemen, listen, I pray;
Though I own that my heart has been ranging,
Of nature the laws I obey,
For nature is constantly changing.
The moon in her phases is found,
The time and the wind and the weather.
The months in succession come round,
And you don't find two Mondays together.
Consider the moral, I pray.
Nor bring a young fellow to sorrow,
Who loves this young lady to-day,
And loves that young lady to morrow.
You cannot eat breakfast all day.
Nor is it the act of a sinner,
When breakfast is taken away,
To turn your attention to dinner;
And it's not in the range of belief,
That you could hold him as a glutton,
Who, when he is tired of beef,
Determines to tackle the mutton.
But this I am ready to say,
If it will diminish their sorrow,
I'll marry this lady to-day.
And I'll marry that lady to-morrow!
# Songs of a Savoyard/The Reward of Merit

From an early draft of Iolanthe.
THE REWARD OF MERIT.
DR. BELVILLE was regarded as the Crichton of his age:
His tragedies were reckoned much too thoughtful for the stage;
His poems held a noble rank, although it's very true
That, being very proper, they were read by very few.
He was a famous Painter, too, and shone upon the "line,"
And even Mr. Ruskin came and worshipped at his shrine;
But, alas, the school he followed was heroically high—
The kind of Art men rave about, but very seldom buy—
And everybody said
"How can he be repaid—
This very great—this very good—this very gifted man?"
But nobody could hit upon a practicable plan!
He was a great Inventor, and discovered, all alone,
A plan for making everybody's fortune but his own; For, in business, an Inventor's little better than a fool,
And my highly gifted friend was no exception to the rule.
His poems—people read them in the Quarterly Reviews—
His pictures—they engraved them in the Illustrated News—
His inventions—they, perhaps, might have enriched him by degrees,
But all his little income went in Patent Office fees;
And everybody said
"How can he be repaid—
This very great—this very good—this very gifted man?"
But nobody could hit upon a practicable plan!
At last the point was given up in absolute despair.
When a distant cousin died, and he became a millionaire,
With a county seat in Parliament, a moor or two of grouse,
And a taste for making inconvenient speeches in the House!
Then it flashed upon Britannia that the fittest of rewards
Was, to take him from the Commons and to put him in the Lords!
And who so fit to sit in it, deny it if you can,
As this very great—this very good—this very gifted man?
(Though I'm more than half afraid
That it sometimes may be said
That we never should have revelled in that source of proper pride,
However great his merits—if his cousin hadn't died!)
# Songs of a Savoyard/The Tangled Skein

From The Gondoliers.
THE TANGLED SKEIN.
TRY we life-long, we can never
Straighten out life's tangled skein,
Why should we, in vain endeavour,
Guess and guess and guess again?
Life's a pudding full of plums;
Care's a canker that benumbs.
Wherefore waste our elocution
On impossible solution?
Life's a pleasant institution,
Let us take it as it comes!
Set aside the dull enigma,
We shall guess it all too soon;
Failure brings no kind of stigma—
Dance we to another tune!
String the lyre and fill the cup,
Lest on sorrow we should sup.
Hop and skip to Fancy's fiddle,
Hands across and down the middle—
Life's perhaps the only riddle
That we shrink from giving up!
THE END.
DALZIEL BROTHERS, CAMDEN PRESS, LONDON, N.W.
# Songs of a Savoyard/The Usher's Charge

From Trial by Jury.
THE USHER'S CHARGE.
NOW, Jurymen, hear my advice—
All kinds of vulgar prejudice
I pray you set aside:
With stern judicial frame of mind,
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried!
Oh, listen to the plaintiffs case:
Observe the features of her face—
The broken-hearted bride!
Condole with her distress of mind:
From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried!
And when amid the plaintiff's shrieks,
The ruffianly defendant speaks—
Upon the other side;
What he may say you needn't mind—
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried!