They sowed the seeds of Empire in far lands o’er the sea; They made the name of England the watchword of the free. And by their deeds of daring, on land or on the main, O’erthrew the pride of Philip, and crushed the power of Spain. ’Twas Drake and his brave seamen who boldly led the van; ’Twas Hawkins, Grenville, Raleigh, and many a Devon man Who taught the boastful Spaniard how dogged they could be— That British pluck was e’er a match for old-world chivalry. Through many an age on history’s page their fame shines clear and fair, From sire to son the message passed boldly to do and dare; And whereso’er Old England’s flag is seen the world around, Shoulder to shoulder, rank on rank, Devonia’s sons are found. But Britain’s Empire grows apace; and whereso’er they be, Britannia’s sons still wave aloft the banner of the free. No narrow jealousies can stay—no obstacles affright: Their motto is “Right forward, for Britain, Crown, and Right.” And when the war-note soundeth, as late it sounded shrill, How nobly rose her sons to arms, obedient to her will! And as they came to Afric’s shores from many a distant clime, So will they come for her loved sake, e’en to the end of time. Nor race, nor people, clime nor zone her march can stay or bound; In every land beneath the sun the British bugles sound; Her warships ride on every sea, her flag flies far and near, Mother of nations is she still, to all her children dear. . . . . . . . “God Save the King,” the people cry, and ’tis no empty sound— He’s loved and honoured for his worth the whole wide world around. Despotic power he’ll never wield, but with benignant sway Rule o’er a people myriad-tongued, who gladly homage pay. And to his Consort, now a Queen—the Queen we all adore— We raise our greetings loyally and all our love outpour; Long life be hers and happiness, and may no cares of State E’er cast a shadow o’er her crown or love or joy abate. Let Britons all with pride unite in welcome leal and true, To Edward, King and Emperor, we’ll raise our shouts anew. And may our mighty Empire still flourish and increase— May War and Anarchy give place to Unity and Peace. W. H. K. WRIGHT. THE GRENVILLES: A RACE OF FIGHTERS. BY THE REV. PREBENDARY GRANVILLE, M.A. The family of Grenville claimed descent from Rollo the Sea-King, and they did not belie their fierce and adventurous ancestor. They were fighters to the core. Rightly they had for their bearing three horseman’s rests, in which the lance or tilting spear was fixed. Some, of course, through the long centuries, were senators, magistrates, ecclesiastics; but as a rule they were men of the sword, serving their country by land and sea.