"There's a flag that waves o'er every sea,
No matter when or where;

And to treat that flag as aught but the free
Is more than the strongest dare.
For the lion spirits that tread the deck

Have carried the palm of the brave,

And that flag may sink with a shot-torn wreck,
But never float over a slave.

Its honour is stainless, deny it who can,
And this is the flag of an Englishman.

"There's a heart that leaps with burning glow
The wronged and the weak to defend ;
And strikes as soon for a trampled foe
As it does for a soul-bound friend.
It nurtures a deep and honest love,
The passions of faith and pride,
And yearns with the fondness of a dove
To the light of its own fire-side.
"Tis a rich rough gem, deny it who can,
And this is the heart of an Englishman.

"The Briton may traverse the pole or the zone,
And boldly claim his right,

For he calls such a vast domain his own,

That the sun never sets on his might.
Let the haughty stranger seek to know
The place of his home and birth,
And a flush will pour from cheek to brow
While he tells his native earth.

For a glorious charter, deny it who can,

Is breathed in the words, 'I'm an Englishman.'"

This, though the language of affection, is also the language of truth. From a petty isle of the ocean, our country has become the mistress of half the world. The rival of Rome in the extent of her dominion, she has outshone

her in the triumphs of art, and the glories of literature, and as yet her supremacy remains unshaken. Listen to the language of a gifted man, himself belonging to a people, who own no love for England.* "No power that ever existed, possessed such mighty means of aggressive warfare. Rome in the zenith of her glory was not to be compared with her. Her morning drums, saluting the rising sun, followed in their course the march of the hours, encircling the whole world, with one unbroken strain of melody, to the honour and glory of Great Britain.

Yes, England is a mighty land, it remains with yourselves to preserve her so. Recollect that in human affairs it is as difficult to retain, as it is to win prosperity. That the power which was gained by the sword, must be maintained by the sword, and that those who enjoy blessings by inheritance, must never forget the means by which they were obtained. Teach your children that the name of an Englishman is a lofty heritage, and they will transmit it unspotted to later generations. Teach them to spare the vanquished, to succour the distressed; to hold even the scales of justice, between those whom Providence has placed under their protection; and above all, never to bow the red cross to an enemy, whilst the life blood flows in their veins. Teach them this, and then, age after age will roll away,

"Whilst her council and people shall tell the proud story, Old England for ever shall weather the storm."

* The celebrated Webster, a member of the American Congress.

R. RIXON, PRINTER, BERESFORD SQUARE, WOOLWICH.

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