X.

Thus he spake, and snatched a trumpet Swiftly from a soldier’s hand, And therein he blew so shrilly, That along the rocky strand Rang the war-note, till the echoes From the distant hills replied; Hundred trumpets wildly wailing, Poured their blast on every side; And the loud and hearty shout of Britain rent the skies, “Three cheers for noble Palmerston!—another cheer for Wyse!”