the words "I hereby lay the first stone of Belgravia, and may God prosper the undertaking!" Three hearty cheers were then given by the men assembled in honour of the occasion, and three more for Mr. Charles Moreing, the proprietor of the Warrior-square estate. The workmen - about 40 in number - were regaled with refreshments, when the healths of Mr. Cooper and Mr Kenwood, the principles of this new enterprise were drunk by all present.}}
Peace with Russia
Thanksgiving for Peace
Peace with Russia having been proclaimed on the 1st of May, and Sunday, the 4th of May having been appointed for a general thanksgiving, special services were observed, and collections made, the latter being as follows:- At St. Leonards Church for Memorial Church at Constantinople, £34; at St. Mary Magdalen's, for widows and orphans of Crimean Soldiers, £56; at St. Mary's-in-the-Castle, for church at Constantinople and Protestant College at Malta, £57; at St. Clement's for the parish schools, £16; at All Saints' for ditto, £11; and at Halton, for enlargement of the school-house for infants, £9. (For Peace celebrations see next chapter).
War is Over
Such was the heading of the following jubilant lines by "Candidus" which appeared in the Hastings and St. Leonards News:-
War is over! war is over!
Loudly now the strain is sung;
Let the careworn joy recover,
And the silent harps be strung!
Sing, O Nations, sing for gladness,
Ye whos plains blood-stained have been
Chase away those scenes of sadness
Now the star of Peace is seen
War is over, now let sorrow
Hide it's face in present mirth;
And today, and e'en tomorrow,
Vanish from the face of earth
Ye, the mournful and oppressed
See the rising beam of love
Offers calm to all distressed -
Balms from realms of peace above
War is over, gladsome story,
Brighter than a poet's dream
Nobler far than Warrior's glory,
Beauteous as the morning's beam
We in raptures hail thy coming
As the dawn of brighter days;
Even Nature's voices humming
Seem united in thy praise.
War is over! war is over!
Loud resounds o'er all the earth
War is over! war is over!
And we yield ourselves to mirth
Now the din of battle's ended,
And the deadly struggles cease;
May not angels' notes be blended
In our joyous song of Peace?
