Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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could, in spite of mortal agony, issue commands and receive news of the battle while his strength remained. The one great relic which the Empire as a whole has of Nelson, his famous flag-ship the Victory on whose deck he fell wounded unto death, is being carefully preserved by the nation as a precious treasure. Nelson himself sleeps among England ' s glorious dead in St. Paul ' s Cathedral, but his memory is enshrined forever in the heart of every member of the British Empire. Jane Howard, Form VI. a. Lucrezia Why am I late? My cousin, I was kept By Andrea, my husband, in his room. My hand in his beside the window while He talked of things that interest me not; Complained of being summoned to his wife Away from idle pleasures there in France, While I dwelt here alone in poverty. He would not let me leave him till just now But praised my face, the colour of my hair. My eyes and all that ' s beautiful in me, Hopes, I presume, that I will sit for him Without a murmur all to-morrow morn, And until even if his work remains Unfinished e ' en till then — But this same work Will bring the money for your escapade ; And more besides, I hope, to buy the ruff His miser spirit has denied till now. Even since last month, I cannot tell what chance Has fallen o ' er the man — he called me Love, And promised faithfully to do the work Your friend wants painted for his corridor, Instead of quarrelling with me because He has no time for study. What will that Bring to his purse? Mere idle wasted hours That could be better spent in painting things That nobles knowing his great talent ; buy For good round figures ! Now he wastes the time By sitting gazing out on Fiesole Instead of working. But I know full well ' Twould worthless be to speak to him of it Wrapped as he is in his vain thoughts just now. Would I had never met the fickle one Who quarrels, the next moment seeking peace, [15]

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LITERARY ending in these noticeable words: ' side is this inscription: — Trafalgar ON the Monday fohowing Trafalgar Day, Miss Attlee gave an address to the school, in which she drew a very sym- pathetic sketch of our great national hero. Nelson — national, because he belongs to all parts of the British Empire. She related the incidents preceding the raising of the monument to his memory in Montreal — how news was brought to a ball-room in St. Paul Street of the Victory of Trafalgar, and of the hero ' s death; and of how ladies and gentlemen, in their beautiful ball dresses took up a subscription ' to finance the erec- tion of a monument to his memory. She described the column itself, and remarked on the fact that wreathes had been placed at its base the day before, proving that he still lives in the memory and heart of the city that raised the monument in the first flush of enthusiasm. The Nelson Column stands opposite the City Hall in Notre Dame Street. A rather small statue of Nelson, his left sleeve pinned across his breastj facing the mountain, and dressed in the uniform of an admiral, stands on a circular pillar, on three of the sides of the base of which are portrayed scenes from the hero ' s three great naval victories. Under each is a legend, ' — without the loss of a British ship. On the fourth 3n JMemorp of The Right Honourable Admiral Lord Viscount Nelson, Duke of Bronte, who ter- minated his career of naval glory in the memorable battle of Trafalgar on the 21st day of October, 1805, after inculcating by signal a maxim that can never be forgotten by his country. ' England expects every man will do his duty. ' This monumental pillar was erected by a subscription of the inhabitants of Montreal in the year 1808. After pointing out from how great a disaster at the hand of Napoleon England was saved by the victory of Trafalgar, Miss Attlee told of the great naval battle in detail, dwelling on Nelson ' s famous last signal, and on his own personal bravery and love of duty well done. The last scene, that of the admiral ' s death in the little dark cabin with the noise of battle roaring overhead, made us all greatly admire the pluck of the man who [14]

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While I, unfortunate, must needs bear all That I may have sufficient food and clothes To keep me warm. Then he complains of what He calls my lack of interest in his art. Oh! lack of interest, forsooth! Do not I sif whene ' er he wishes it, that he May copy all the beauties of my face In whate ' er picture he is working on? He could not do without me, but would needs Go out into the market place to seek For models as that artist had to do — The one he told me of a while ago. And hark ye. Cousin ! he tries to persuade Me that we stole the money from the King, The money that we took to build this house, Or borrowed, rather, and which he will pay Again to Francis after he has worked A little longer at Madonna ' s head And realized the sum I want for it. But woe! I must do that which I do loathe, Must sit forever in that artist ' s room Bedabbled o ' er with paints and other things With which to smear my dress. I do declare I ' ve spoilt this fine embroidery that came Last week from Rome, upon a picture there Carelessly stood upon an easel low. He made much fuss about the worthless thing Nor noticed my distress about the robe. But now I vow I shall have two of such When he has earned the gold wherewith to bring The pretty things from Rome. Oh, must you go? Yes, you shall have the money soon enough. As soon, in fact, as Andrea ' s brush can paint The last fine picture. So, my Coz, farewell ! I go now to prevent all further waste Of time on that same lazy Andrea ' s part. Jane Howard, Form Upper VI. Our Monster At Traf there is a monster which we call the Magazine, It is coloured blue and white and its scales are silver vSheen; It has three misshapen heads, with flashing red eyes Three awful gaping mouths of extraordinary size. [16]