Let us just glance at the way this victor in a hundred fights regarded the approach of death.

He prepared for his end with a humility as worthy of example as his deeds in the army had been.  “Mind this,” he said to his old friend General Eyre, “I die at peace with all the world.”

He frequently asked Mrs. Eyre to pray with him, and to read the Bible aloud.

“Oh! for the pure air of Heaven,” he once exclaimed, “that I might be laid at rest and peace on the lap of the Almighty!”

He suffered a good deal in his last illness, and at times would jump up as if he heard the bugle, and exclaim:—­

“I am ready!”

And so; when he passed away on the 14th August, 1863, in his seventy-first year, “lamented by the Queen, the army, and the people,” he was quite ready to meet that last enemy, death, whom he had faced so often on the field of battle.

A SAILOR BOLD AND TRUE.

STORIES OF LORD COCHRANE.

All who, forgetful of self, have striven to render their country free and glorious are true heroes.  Of those who have been ready to lay down their lives for the welfare of Great Britain the number is legion.  From them let us select one as a type of thousands of brave men who have helped to make Britain mistress of the ocean.

Thomas Cochrane, son of Lord Dundonald, took to the sea as a duck takes to the water.  When he first went on board ship the lieutenant cared neither that he was Lord Cochrane nor that he was related to the captain of the ship.  He did not spare him one jot; but made him do all kinds of work, just as if he had been plain Tom Smith.  And so it came to pass that he got a thorough training, and, being a smart youth, was soon promoted.

Cochrane had the good fortune on one occasion to meet Lord Nelson, who in course of conversation said to him, “Never mind manoeuvres; always go at them”.

This advice he certainly followed throughout his life; and he began pretty early too.  For being in command of a sloop of 158 tons, called the Speedy, with fourteen small guns and fifty-one men, he happened to come across a good-sized Spanish vessel, with thirty-two big guns, and over 300 men.  The Spaniard, of course, was going to seize on the little English ship, and, so to speak, gobble it up.  But Cochrane, instead of waiting to be attacked, made for the Spaniard, and, after receiving the fire of all her guns, without delivering a shot, got right under the side of the Gamo (so the vessel was called), and battered into her with might and main.  The Spaniards did not relish this, and were going to board the tiny English craft, but again they were forestalled; for Cochrane with all his men took the Gamo by storm, killed some, and frightened others; and ere long a marvellous sight was witnessed at Minorca, the great Gamo was brought by the Speedy into the harbour, with over 263 men on board, hale and hearty, whilst Cochrane never had a fifth of that number!