THE BURIAL OF THE "BROAD-GAUGE."

MAY 23, 1892.

["Drivers of Broad-Gauge Engines wandering disconsolately
about with their engine-lamps in their hands; followed by
their firemen with pick and shovel over their shoulder,
waiting in anxious expectation of the time when that
new-fangled machine, a narrow-gauge engine, should come down
a day or two after."--_Times' Special at Plymouth on Death of
Broad Gauge._]

Not a whistle was heard, not a brass bell-note,
As his corse o'er the sleepers we hurried;
Not a fog-signal wailed from a husky throat
O'er the grave where our "Broad-Gauge" we buried.

We buried him darkly, at dead of night,
The sod with our pickaxes turning,
By the danger-signal's ruddy light,
And our oil-lamps dimly burning.

No useless tears, though we loved him well!
Long years to his fire-box had bound us.
We fancied we glimpsed the great shade of BRUNEL,
In sad sympathy hovering round us.

Few and gruff were the words we said,
But we thought, with a natural sorrow,
Of the Narrow-Gauge foe of the Loco. just dead,