6 APRIL 1889, Page 14

CRESSY'S young conqueror bore the words " I serve "

With his device ; through him the lands made moan :.

Thou who to other countries and thine own Wouldst bring peace in abundance dost deserve The motto. Englishman of sturdy nerve, By whom War's bastard, Anarchy, was known And loathed, who militant beside the throne Aloof from desultory minds that swerve And palter atood'st, the Empire's strong defence, Thou, sole, with counsels sought of God didst win The multitude : fallen quiet are the lips True as Cordelia's and of eloquence As firm : and we are left to folly's din, Our nation's ordered splendour in eclipse.