A March of Heroes 131

The people are cheering and waving their
hands. Ah! there he is at last. Isn’t the
music splendid ? ”

The music had suddenly grown louder ;
the instruments of brass crashed inso-
lently.

“Who is he?” asked Doris, breath-
lessly.

“ He’s an old, old man in a curious hat
with feathers in it. His head is bent
forward a little and his lips are tightly
closed. He has grey hair and his nose is
rather big.”

“Tt’s the Duke of Wellington!” cried
Doris.

“Of course! I knew Id seen his pic-
ture somewhere. He looks very stern and
like a real captain, because men go out to
die quite gladly if he tells them to do so.
But now he looks up at the Queen and he
takes off his hat. His head is bent lower
than ever, and you can see that he would
do more for her than all these men would