. Book of the Royal blue . ,as she stands stark and stiff,like an umbrellastuck into a blue cotton case for super-Huity of skirts and crinoline were not ofher day and generation. His iron frame isevidently yielding to the weight of , dim-eyed, his heavy jaw relaxed, hisface wears ordinarily a look of vacuity, butbring him a goblet crowned with generouswine, or, what is more potent, though lesspoetical, a tin of old whiskey -the milk ofage -his hearing and eyesight will (juicklyimprove, and he will discourse freely andintelligently of his jiast life; sjieaking ofmen and things belongi
. Book of the Royal blue . ,as she stands stark and stiff,like an umbrellastuck into a blue cotton case for super-Huity of skirts and crinoline were not ofher day and generation. His iron frame isevidently yielding to the weight of , dim-eyed, his heavy jaw relaxed, hisface wears ordinarily a look of vacuity, butbring him a goblet crowned with generouswine, or, what is more potent, though lesspoetical, a tin of old whiskey -the milk ofage -his hearing and eyesight will (juicklyimprove, and he will discourse freely andintelligently of his jiast life; sjieaking ofmen and things belonging to our early his-tory as the occurrences and acquaintancesof yesterday. Among the excursionists was an attacheof the Hritish Legation at Washington—ayoung soldier decorated for gallant conducton the bloody ]iarai)ets of the Redan. Father thureh, let us introduce acountryman an Knglishman. and a soldierlike yourself. The old man took the extended handmechanically, but his dull eyes gave us nosign. Bring here the From Har|nr, Mncmi Fly ,,>l llnr|..c.\. ,.- ciiciccus roTiAi;K. 12 ARTISTS EXCURSION OVER THE UALTIMORE & OHIO R. R. The instrument was brought, and theyoung officer sounded one of the martialairs of England. Old hundred stood up asif his blood had been warmed with wine,and his face flashed with intelligence. I know it —I know it—an Englishmanand a soldier did you say ? Ay, and a bravelad, Ill warrant. It was a touching and thought-compellingscene to see these two together. The oldman, eighty years ago, had landed on ourshores an armed invader to aid in crushingout the spirit of revolt in the feeble anddisoiganized colonies that bordered theAtlantic coast. With the sound of thatmartial bugle call he doubtless hears theroll of musketry and the deep growl ofcannon. Unconscious of the misty present,he sees with the eyes of youth the scarletbatallions of his King marching and ma-noeuvering in vain to force the wary andvigilant host of the
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