. Adventures and reminiscences of a volunteer, or A drummer boy from Maine . with me through all my ups and downs ; through thesnow and Ice of winter, makino- summer for me theyear round, and she Is now my little wife. I must stop here, or I may go too far Into ahistory of my life, which I did not intend. I knowit would be uninteresting, but will simply add thatmyself and wife adopted the stage as a profession,and still follow it. I have just completed a playentitled, The Volunteer which I shall soon submitfor public approval. THE DRUMMER BOY PROM IMAINE. 77 My recollections are finished—for t
. Adventures and reminiscences of a volunteer, or A drummer boy from Maine . with me through all my ups and downs ; through thesnow and Ice of winter, makino- summer for me theyear round, and she Is now my little wife. I must stop here, or I may go too far Into ahistory of my life, which I did not intend. I knowit would be uninteresting, but will simply add thatmyself and wife adopted the stage as a profession,and still follow it. I have just completed a playentitled, The Volunteer which I shall soon submitfor public approval. THE DRUMMER BOY PROM IMAINE. 77 My recollections are finished—for they are butrecollections of a time that tried mens souls. Inlooking back oer the path of life there is a melancholypleasure, to me, at least, in contemplating the shat-tered shards of many an air built castle,—inhaling theperfumes of flowers long since faded and dead. Ifthese reflections have served to beg-uile one moment ofennui for an idle reader—if they have recalled oneincident of derring doe to a whilesome comrade,I am satisfied that m\ purpose is Cactus Cream
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