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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death of Prince Leopold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead!<br>Who often has his lustre shed:<br>Especially by singing for the benefit of Esher School,<br>Which proves he was a wise prince. and no conceited fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks I see him on the platform singing the Sands o' Dee,<br>The generous-hearted Leopold, the good and the free,<br>Who was manly in his actions, and beloved by his mother;<br>And in all the family she hasn't got such another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was of a delicate constitution all his life,<br>And he was his mother's favourite, and very kind to his wife,<br>And he had also a particular liking for his child,<br>And in his behaviour he was very mild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! noble-hearted Leopold, most beautiful to see,<br>Who was wont to fill your audience's hearts with glee,<br>With your charming songs, and lectures against strong drink:<br>Britain had nothing else to fear, as far as you could think</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wise prince you were, and well worthy of the name,<br>And to write in praise of thee I cannot refrain;<br>Because you were ever ready to defend that which is right,<br>Both pleasing and righteous in God's eye-sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for the loss of such a prince the people will mourn,<br>But, alas! unto them he can never more return,<br>Because sorrow never could revive the dead again,<br>Therefore to weep for him is all in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas on Saturday the 12th of April, in the year 1884,<br>He was buried in the royal vault, never to rise more<br>Until the great and fearful judgment-day,<br>When the last trump shall sound to summon him awav.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Duchess of Albany arrived she drove through the Royal Arch,--<br>A little before the Seaforth Highlanders set out on the funeral march;<br>And she was received with every sympathetic respect,<br>Which none of the people present seem'd to neglect.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she entered the memorial chapel and stayed a short time,<br>And as she viewed her husband's remains it was really sublime,<br>While her tears fell fast on the coffin lid without delay,<br>Then she took one last fond look, and hurried away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At half-past ten o'clock the Seaforth Highlanders did appear,<br>And every man in the detachment his medals did wear;<br>And they carried their side-arms by their side,<br>With mournful looks, but full of love and pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came the Coldstream Guards headed by their band,<br>Which made the scene appear imposing and grand;<br>Then the musicians drew up in front of the guardroom<br>And waited patiently to see the prince laid in the royal tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First in the procession were the servants of His late Royal Highness,<br>And next came the servants of the Queen in deep mourning dress,<br>And the gentlemen of his household in deep distress,<br>Also General Du Pla, who accompanied the remains from Cannes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coffin was borne by eight Highlanders of his own regiment,<br>And the fellows seemed to be rather discontent<br>For the loss of the prince they loved most dear,<br>While adown their cheeks stole many a silent tear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then behind the corpse came the Prince of Wales in field marshal uniform,<br>Looking very pale, dejected, careworn, and forlorn;<br>Then followed great magnates, all dressed in uniform,<br>And last, but not least, the noble Marquis of Lorne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scene in George's Chapel was most magnificent to behold,<br>The banners of the knights of the garter embroidered with gold;<br>Then again it was most touching and lovely to see<br>The Seaforth Highlanders' inscription to the Prince's memory:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was wrought in violets, upon a background of white flowers,<br>And as they gazed upon it their tears fell in showers;<br>But the whole assembly were hushed when Her Majesty did appear,<br>Attired in her deepest mourning, and from her eye there fell a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Majesty was unable to stand long, she was overcome with grief,<br>And when the Highlanders lowered the coffin into the tomb she felt relief;<br>Then the ceremony closed with singing &quot;Lead, kindly light,&quot;<br>Then the Queen withdrew in haste from the mournful sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Seaforth Highlanders' band played &quot;Lochaber no more,&quot;<br>While the brave soldiers' hearts felt depressed and sore;<br>And as homeward they marched they let fall many a tear<br>For the loss of the virtuous Prince Leopold they loved so dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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Who often has his lustre shed:
Especially by singing for the benefit of Esher School,
Which proves he was a wise prince. and no conceited fool.

Methinks I see him on the platform singing the Sands o' Dee,
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