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Timaru Herald, Volume CI, Issue 15444, 5 September 1914, Page 3

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THE MAX RE KILLED. Had be and I Hat met By some o'd ancient ion. W«"shottUl have sat us down to wet Right many » ntpperfcw. - Errfc ranged as infantry, And storm" face- to face-, I shot at-ltim,. as he at nw>, And killed hint, in liis pEaee. I shot him dead. becatw,.— Hicatwe he- iv;w aty foe, ■ Yea see.; my i'i>e of course he was; That's clear enough; although . . - Yes; cinatnt and curious war is J Yott shoot ;i fellow down You'd treat LL" met where any bar L*, Or help to hal'f-a-crown. —Thomas Hardy. THE firCl-F. CALL. Have you ft<*ard the troopsa-marilftng? Mar«?hm<>. raarrfrcs*. O. my Hoal. to ti-ar the- bucte and the limg roll' •••.:" the drum ' Up the Is tit and down the valley, I - can hear his step among ttieni. R tvyou c) ; v his scarlet toat. I'll know my love- has cume.. "I f art see the treoj's a-matvhing, Slowly, s'owly. As they rear,. the leaves tremble at the coming of that IV-cif: Tber» » w»th*r sound nor fnolfa'l. neither bugle-hla-i-. nor drum-call, A silent host thev pa.-s from sight into a ■silent land." Nay. 1 bear the_ begh* catling:. Calling. catling. O. the Footsteps of my soldier I can eoimt them as they fait; As I tirno mine to the eeW. over bill and over Tulle>% I am mart-hint'. marcbfng ever, tc/ that unseen bridle's call —Mary Cot ting.