May every British officer possess Wolfe’s conduct and courage,
    but not meet with his fate.

    May the enemy’s flag be surmounted by the British standard.

    May the arms borne by a soldier never be used in a bad cause.

    May British soldiers fight to protect, and conquer to save.

    May the gifts of fortune never cause us to steer out of our
    latitude.

    May the brow of the brave never want a wreath of laurel to
    adorn it.

    May the army of Great Britain never feel dismayed at its
    enemies.

    May the brave soldier who never turned his back to the enemy
    never have a friend turn his back to him.

    May bronze and medals not be the only reward of the brave.

    May no rotten members infect the whole corps.

    May the laurels of Great Britain never be blighted.

    May all weapons of war be used for warlike purposes only.

    May the soldier never fall a sacrifice but to glory.

    To the memory of Sir John Moore, and all the brave fellows who
    fell with him in the action of Corunna; and may their gallant
    conduct stimulate every British soldier in the hour of danger.

    To the memory of all brave soldiers who fall in defence of
    their country.

    The memory of a great general and splendid genius, though
    ambitious and tyrannic—­Napoleon Bonaparte.

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NAVAL.

    May our iron-clads do as much as out-brave old oaks.

    May John Bull ever be commander-in-chief of the ocean.

    May Old England, a world within herself, reign safe for ever
    in her floating towers.

    To the memory of Nelson, and all like him.

    Greenwich Hospital and its supporters.

    May every British seaman fight bravely and be rewarded
    honourably.

    May rudders govern and ships obey.

    May no true son of Neptune ever flinch from his gun.

    May no son of the ocean ever be devoured by his mother.

    May our navy never know defeat but by name.

    May our sailors for ever prove lords of the main.

    May the deeds never be forgot that were done at Trafalgar and
    Waterloo.

    May the cause of British liberty ever be defended by her
    hearts of oak.

    May our officers and tars be valiant and brave.

    Success to the fair for manning the navy.

    May gales of prosperity waft us to the port of happiness.

    May our seamen, from the captain to the cabin-boy, be like our
    ships, hearts of oak.

    More hard ships for Britain, and less to her enemies.

    May the pilot of reason guide us to the harbour of rest.