26 NOVEMBER 1904, Page 17

In Empire's way.

For when our own immortal story

Thy fearless sons had won thee glory On many a sea.

Lo, in his little vessel daring The ocean lone, Vasco di Gama southward faring Into the unknown !

Or white-haired Albuquerque lying Propped by his slaves, That his old eyes might look in dying Upon the waves !

So, sailors both, we greet each other : England to-day Salutes in thee an elder brother In Empire's way.

And though on our November meeting The snow descends ; It cannot chill the cordial greeting Of two good friends.

EDWARD SYDNEY TYLEE.