text:  So this man is to be called "the gallant"--is he? We will thank Mr Bennett to tell us who was that officer subsequently seen walking about in Ceylon no matter whether in Western Columbo or in Eastern Trincomale long enough for reaping his dishonour though by accident not for a court-martial? Behold what a curse rests in this British island upon those men who when the clock of honour has sounded the hour for their departure cannot turn their dying eyes nobly to the land of their nativity--stretch out their hands to the glorious island in farewell homage and say with military pride--as even the poor gladiators (who were but slaves) said to Caesar when they passed his chair to their death "Morituri te salutamus!" This man and Mr Bennett knows it because he was incrusted with the leprosy of cowardice and because upon him lay the blood of those to whom he should have been _in loco parentis_ made a solitude wherever he appeared men ran from him as from an incarnation of pestilence; and between him and free intercourse with his countrymen from the hour of his dishonour in the field to the hour of his death there flowed a river of separation--there were stretched lines of interdict heavier than ever Pope ordained--there brooded a schism like that of death a silence like that of the grave; making known for ever the deep damnation of the infamy which on this earth settles upon the troubled resting-place of him who through cowardice has shrunk away from his duty and on the day of trial has broken the bond which bound him to his country