Throughout the Mutiny _Punch_ was hostile to Canning, and his "Clemency," representing him as unduly tender to the mutineers and invariably interfering on their behalf. This criticism reaches its height of injustice to the statesman who uttered and acted on the noble maxim "I will not govern in anger," in the mock proclamation which appears in the issue of October 24. There was probably better ground for the imaginary conversation between the Duke of Cambridge, as Commander-in-Chief, and Lords Lucan and Cardigan, in which the two latter noblemen sneer at the services of Havelock. This disparagement, be it noted, was not confined to the Crimean cavalry commanders; Mr. Gladstone declined to vote for the grant of a pension, and was in consequence associated by _Punch_ with the Manchester School, whose pacificist organ, the _Star_, had been savagely burlesqued in the issue of October 31. Meanwhile the tide had turned in the war by the capture of Delhi and the first relief of Lucknow. The toll of heroic lives among our leaders had been heavy--Henry Lawrence, Nicholson and Havelock at the end of the year--but _Punch_ was true to his old democratic instincts in recording the exploits of all ranks. He was eloquent in his appeal for the assistance of Miss Salkeld, sister of Lieutenant Salkeld, who lost his life in the blowing in of the Kashmir gate at Delhi. But he does not forget Salkeld's humbler associates, who with him "rushed upon death to make way for the bayonets of England when the great stronghold of treason was stormed":-- Let it not be forgotten, when Salkeld's noble deed is told, and thought is taken for those whom he loved, that other gallant men met death in the same proud exploit. Sergeant Burgess sprang forward, took the match from Salkeld when he was struck, and firing the train, fell mortally wounded. Sergeant Carmichael had already perished in an attempt to fire the fuse. Surely England has a heart warm enough, and a purse deep enough, to do all that money can do in memory of such men as those whose names are thus set before her. In the first month of 1858 we read the fine tribute to Havelock:-- He is gone. Heaven's will is best: Indian turf o'erlies his breast. Ghoul in black, nor fool in gold Laid him in yon hallowed mould. Guarded to a soldier's grave By the bravest of the brave. * * * * * Strew not on the hero's hearse Garlands of a herald's verse: Let us hear no words of Fame Sounding loud a deathless name: Tell us of no vauntful Glory Shouting forth her haughty story. All life long his homage rose To far other shrine than those. "_In Hoc Signo_," pale nor dim, Lit the battle-field for him, And the prize he sought and won, Was the Crown for Duty done.