Soldiers! go plant a branch by his tomb, From the wreath which to you he gave, And high may it grow, and spread, and bloom, And long may it over him wave! Oh, yes, it will bloom when past are ye, And age shall not number its years, For the smiles of your orphans shall sun the tree, And your widows shall wet it with tears. [_The warmest applause followed this song, while the countenances of all the listeners glowed with the indescribable sensations which the union of the sentiment with fine voice and melody produced. The harmony was well executed, and Mr. Steel's admirable taste gave great effect to the whole._] _Col. Shell._ The last lines, I presume, allude to the Duke's patronage of the Orphan School at Chelsea. _Ensign Steel._ Yes, Sir. _Major Mc Rocket._ An' a lasting monument it is, Colonel. _Col. Shell._ Yet this, great as it is, is only a part of the good he has done to the army. _Capt. Killdragon._ I, as an individual, can bear testimony of his paternal kindness. You all know I was cashiered on account of that cowardly dragoon, who first insulted me (then a mere boy), and afterwards refused to give satisfaction. I applied to the Duke, and presented the memorial myself. When the Aid-de-camp bowed me in, “ENSIGN KILLDRAGON,” my heart was in my mouth—I didn't know whether I was on my head or my heels; but when I saw the fine, smiling, good-natured GENTLEMAN, standing with his back to the fire, as careless as if he had been only a head clerk, I was relieved from my fears. I gave the paper into his own hands, and he, in the kindest manner, told me he would read the proceedings of the court martial, desiring me to call on the following levee-day. I did: he _had_ read the proceedings, and asked me several questions relating to the matter. At length he said, “You shall have an answer.” I withdrew, delighted with the affability of the Royal Duke, at the same time doubtful of success; “but,” thought I, “if I am refused, it will be like a gentleman.” I got a letter in four days after, informing me that I was reinstated. 'Faith! I drank a bottle to the Duke's health that night, and now I'll drink another to his memory. _Col. Shell._ This is only one in thousands of instances. Whenever he _could_ grant a request, consistent with his duty, he did so. _Major Mc Rocket._ The Duke o' Wellington has noo got the command, an' I have nae doobt that he'll gi'e us a' satisfaction. The army is a wee bit afraid o' him, because he is sic a disciplinarian, but in my opinion that's a' for the better; an' I'll wager ony mon in England a dozen o' claret, that the Duke will be as gude an officer at the heed o' the army as he was afore. Ye see he hasn't changed a single man in the office; but has already done a gude thing for the country, in uniting the Ordnance Department to his ain.