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THE SOLDIER'S FAREWELL.

The bugle is sounding! O listen dear Mary! calls me away from thy oherishing arms ; No roore 'mid the bright dreams of home I must

tarry, But ride far away to the battle's alarms. Long, long' must thy heart bear its burden of

And I can say little would lighten the load ; But, oh ! this dark day shall have joyous to-

morrow If we do but our duty and trust in our God. And think, Mary — think of the days of oxu* glory, ' "What a thread of bright deeds thro' our history'runs, * . ' How we "broke the foe's squares with our onsets of fury, How we rode down his gunners and captured his guns. Oh, should our tired troops from the foe ever flee, love, And panic for once raise its dastardly cry, May God keep xne true to my country and th.cc, love.. And give thy poor soldier the courage to die! And then, though I fall far away from thee, Mary, And the place of my burial never be known, The sweet breeze of heaven my spirit will carry To wisper farewell to my darlings at home! Come, clear ones, beloved as the mother that bore ye, My proud little army made prouder with praise, Come Willie, Nell, Harry, and muster before

And little babe Grace with her innocent ways. Ah, little ones, pretty ones ! how can I bear it ? How shall I bear from your prattle to part? The grim shock of battle^ — I never did fear it, But now I can feel I'm a coward at heart!

Good-bye to you darlings! one kiss — and

another — \ Come, all try the breadth, of my bosom to fill ; Bravo Harry and Willie be kind to your another And sing her my ditties sweet nightingale, Nell! They heard the last note of the bugle's loud warning That died away sadly in echoes afar; . And. they caught the last gleam of his helm ia the morning As he gallantly rode with his squadron, to war. May 1898. — H. J. B.

— Doctor : "Do you know that the majority of physicians are comparatively poor men?" Gibbs: ''No, I wasn't aware of that ; but I know some of tbem are awfully poor doctors."

— A R&tracfcion Required. — "To the Editor of the Blae Gulch Howler. ■ Sir, — In your report of my weddin' with Sasan Smith, better known as Hotatufl; Sue, yu sed thet TeickTrigger Sam wua the best man. You He. I wus the besfe man, and don't you forgit it. If this don't appear in termorrer's paper I'll institoot a coroner's inkwesfc. — Yours truly, — Hasty Dick."

— They had looked soulfully into each other's eyes for some time, but somehow he didn't seem to come to the point. Then suddenly he made a discovery. " You have your mother's beautiful eyes, dear," he said. She felt that the time had come to play her irump card. "I have also," she said, "my father'© lovely cheque-book." Within thirty minutes their engagement was announced.

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Otago Witness, Issue 2308, 26 May 1898, Page 51

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THE SOLDIER'S FAREWELL. Otago Witness, Issue 2308, 26 May 1898, Page 51

THE SOLDIER'S FAREWELL. Otago Witness, Issue 2308, 26 May 1898, Page 51