Let whoso will count of his faults the cost, And point a moral in his saddened end; This is the thought in England uppermost-- He who has died among us, lived our friend. If sinners may by suffering, too, be shriven, What penance those lost years had to sustain! The sting of fall and failure deeper driven By the dull stroke of slow and sleepless pain. * * * * * The time to weigh him fairly is not now; Nor are the true weights any France can bring: That sprang to fix the crown upon his brow, And her own neck beneath his feet to fling. Heavily both have answered for their sin: Nor did the Emperor heavier fall undo, Than France, that backed him still while he could win, Nor turned against him till the luck turned too.[13] But now 'tis England, and not France that stands Silent beside an Exile's dying bed, Mindful of kindness received by his hands, Sorrowing with those that sorrow for their dead. [Sidenote: _French Emperor and Prussian King_] _Punch_, as was made clear in the previous volume, was no lover of Prussian rule. On the eve of the war on Denmark he published a truly ferocious attack on King Wilhelm:-- THE SONG OF HOHENZOLLERN Air--"The Standard Bearer." I am a King; I reign by Right Divine, As did my sires some hundred years before me; Howe'er their crown was got, I came to mine, Obey me then, O people, and adore me. My seat I plant upon mine ancient Throne, And order back the waves of Revolution. My will the law, I sit supreme, alone, My footstool is the Prussian Constitution. Tsar Alexander's cause mine own I've made, Regardless of the blame of any journal. To crush the Poles I render him my aid; Help him enforce his discipline paternal. I lend a hand to catch the runaway, The fugitive hand over to the slaughter; And, on my mind, whatever you may say Makes no more mark than what blows leave in water. I'm called the Hangman's Cad, and I don't care For that dishonourable appellation. I carry Poland's garbage to the Bear, Serene amid the loudest execration. My mind is bent on arbitrary rule; In policy I copy my late Brother. If you presume to say he was a fool, You'll very likely dare call me another.