d itself, would no longer provide expression for the free spirit, Brian Devereux, outworn and faint, sought the couch from which he was never to arise. At daylight he was delirious, while the frequent passage of blood and froth from his unconscious lips confirmed the correctness of the medical diagnosis. Before the evening of the following day the proud, loyal, gallant spirit of Brian Devereux was at rest. He lies beneath the waving desert acacia, in the graveyard by the river allotted to the little town of Hastings. He was followed to the grave by every man of note and position in a large pastoral district; and on the marble tombstone which was in the after-time erected at the public cost above his mortal remains are included the words:--
'SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF BRIAN DEVEREUX, LATE CAPTAIN OF H.M. 88TH REGIMENT, WHO WAS MORTALLY WOUNDED BY BUSHRANGERS WHILE MAKING A GALLANT AND SUCCESSFUL DEFENCE. HONOUR TO THE BRAVE!'
So fell a gallant man-at-arms, obscurely slain--ingloriously in a sense, y