The Sun.
London, England, 1849-05-10 00:00:00

MAGAZINES, &c. (CONTINUED),

BENTLEY.

All honour to the bard of Tipperary Hall, who,
in his lyrical echoes of the Indian Mail, pays honour
due to the " bravest of the brave." Hugh Lord Gough
who, by his victory of Goojerat, has silenced even
the envious tongue of calumny, and who is remarka-
ble as being the only English military officer who
was ever found fault with for having won a victory,
or to whom it was imputed as a crime that he was
personally the bravest man in existence, and set his
soldiers an example that it would have been well had
all followed ; for after all Chillianwallah was a victory,
and a glorious victory, and had all fought as well as
did Lord Gough himself that which afterwards took
place at Goojerat would have taken place at Chillian-
wallah. Thus doth the bard of Tipperary Hall
celebrate the deeds of the brave old man :
" CHILLIANW ALLAH.
AIR—" Nora Creina."

" 'Twas near the famed Hydaspes' banks,
Where flourished once the great king Porus,
Lord Gough incensed the British ranks;
And the Seikh artillery spoke in chorus.
Our troops were tired;—the Khalsas fired;
And they're the lads that seldom bungle:
Quoth Gough at the noise, Screw bayonets, boy!,
And drive those blackguards out of the jungle.
Sabres drawn, and bayonets fixt,
Fight where fought great Alexander,—
Paddy Gough's a cross betwixt
A bull-dog and a salamander.
" On every side our luck we tried,
And found the showers of shot and shell come,
Where'er we went, to our sweet content,
The Seikhs they gave us a blazing welcome.
The woods went crack, the rocks went smack,
The clouds were black o'er Chillianwallah;
But our general's Irish blood was up,
And our battle-cry was Faugh-a-ballagh!'
Sabres drawn, and bayonets fist
Fight where fought great Alexander,—
Paddy Gough's a cross betwixt
A bull-dog and a salamander.

" The Third Dragoons, they cut right through,
And back again—'twas mighty plucky—
But the Fifth Bengals disliked the balls,
And every one of them cut his lucky.
But 'twould have done ould Homer good
To see that charge of General Gilbert's;
Right and left his path he cleft,
And smashed their skulls like mouldy filberts.
Sabres drawn, and bayonets fixt,
Fight where fought great Alexander,—
Paddy Gough's a cross betwixt
A bull-dog and a salamander.
" Brigadier Dawes he gained applause—
His fighting lads were all in clover,
'Twas as good to be there, as at Donnybrook fair,
And no police when the fun was over.
At length the Seikhs they cut;like bricks,
Sher° Singh sheer'd off nor looked behind him
And the old thief Chutter did swear and splutter;—
But nobody cared at all to mind him.
Sabres drawn, and bayonets fixt,
Fight where fought great Alexander,—
Paddy Gough's a cross betwixt
A bull-dog and a salamander.
•' And none shall scoff at brave old Gough—
Oh ! he's the chief for a soldier's choosing:
We lads abroad will always applaud,
Though the Times at home is always abusing.
By the Jhelum's side their might he tried,
And tamed the pride of the Khalsa gunners:
And he laid them fiat at Goo•ze-rat,
With his English-Irish dose of stunners.
Sabres drawn, and bayonets fixt,
Fight where fought great Alexander,—
Paddy Gough's a cross betwixt
A bull-dog and a salamander.
" Horatius Flaccus sang, they say,
About Qua' loca fabulosus
Lambit Hydaspes;' and his lay
Our General's high renown discloses.
Sure with the utmost classic grace
He goes against these Punjaub caitiffs;
Ilorace's river licks the place,
But Paddy Gough he licks the natives.
Sabres drawn, and bayonets fiat,
Fight where fought great Alexander,—
Paddy Gough's a cross betwixt
A bull-dog and a salamander."
The " Note Book of a Coroner's Clerk" is continued,
and the description of the death of Zara is one of
those affecting and effective narratives, in the compo-
sition of which this author is unsurpassed. The
author of " Wayside Pictures " concludes his wan-
derings in France at Orleans. We hope to meet this
most amusing of travelling companions next month
either in Belgium or Germany. Alfred Crowquill
furnishes an excellent drollery entitled, " Appetite ;
a Sarcastic on the Gastric," and Lord Maidstone, a
feeble imitation of Thomas Ingoldsby. The " Musi-
cal Notes " for the month, and the review of current
" Literature " are both admirable.