-the mother and friend of her people!'"

The enthusiasm was loud and general, and the toast was drunk with as
hearty a relish as ever it was at Lord Mayor's Banquet.

"And now," said the sergeant, "once more before we part--"

"Ah! but the song?" said the Boardman.

"Oh yes, I keep my word. A man, unless he's a man of his word, ought
never to wear Her Majesty's uniform!" And then he said:

"The Prince and Princess of Wales and the rest of the Royal Family."

This also was responded to in the same unequivocal manner; and then amid
calls of "the sergeant," that officer, after getting his voice in tune,
sang the following song:

GOD BLESS OUR DEAR PRINCESS.

There's not a grief the heart can bear
But love can soothe its pain;
There's not a sorrow or a care
It smiles upon in vain.
And _She_ sends forth its brightest rays
Where darkest woes depress,
Where long wept Suffering silent prays--
God save our dear Princess!

CHORUS.

She soothes the breaking heart,
She comforts in distress;
She acts true woman's noblest part.
God save our dear Princess
She bringeth hope to weary lives
So worn by hopeless toil;
E'en Sorrow's drooping form revives
Beneath her loving smile.
Where helpless Age reluctant seeks
Its refuge from distress,
E'en there _Her_ name the prayer bespeaks
God save our dear Princess!

It's not in rank or princely show
True _Manhood's_ heart to win;
'Tis Love's sweet sympathetic glow
That makes all hearts akin.
Though frequent storms the State must stir
While Freedom we possess,
Our hearts may all beat true to Her,
Our own beloved Princess.

The violet gives its sweet perfume
Unconscious of its worth;
So Love unfolds her sacred bloom
And hallows sinful earth;
May God her gentle life prolong
And all her pathway bless;
Be this the nation's fervent song--
God save our dear Princess!

Although the language of a song may not always be intelligible to the
unlettered hearer, the spirit and sentiment are; especially when it
appeals to the emotions through the charms of music. The sergeant had a
musical voice capable of deep pathos; and as the note of a bird or the
cry of an animal in distress is always distinguishable from every other
sound, so the pathos of poetry finds its way where its word