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As I stopped at Daker's for dinner, the concussion of the battle rattled our plates, and the girls entirely lost their appetites, so that Glumley, who listened and speculated, observed that the baby face was losing all the lines of art, and was quite flat and faded in color. Resuming our way, we encountered a sallow, shabby person, driving a covered wagon, who recognized me at once.
We think him jolly. He understands dolls, and he's the best back at leap-frog in the whole of England." Thus far we had advanced in the praise of Sextus Sax, when one of the maids came in with a note for me. She smiled mysteriously, and said, "I'm to wait for an answer, miss." I opened the note, and read these lines: "I am so ashamed of myself, I daren't attempt to make my apologies personally.
It was one of the worst scares I had in the service, and cured me of any attempt at foraging outside the lines. Gen. Walker says, "The only episode which interrupted the pleasant monotone of rest and equipment, after the fatigues of the Manassas and Antietam campaigns, was a reconnaissance conducted by Gen.
We reached the fortification, however, on the bluff, the enemy being well satisfied with our evacuation of the position so near their camp. The brigade, with the exception of marching and counter-marching, relieving other troops and being relieved, did no further service than occupying the lines until the 6th of August.
"Now then, my dear young friend," he said, addressing the elfin creature, "I want those lines upon your face. Are you seven?" "Yes, we are seven," said the girl sadly, and added, "I know what you want. You are going to question me about my afflicted family. You are Mr. Wordsworth, and you are collecting mortuary statistics for the Cottagers' Edition of the Penny Encyclopaedia."
She thrust his hand away. "Don't be kind to me! Oh I am ashamed! I've treated you so! And and snubbed you. And and condescended to you, Dickie. And shamed you. You ! And you can write such lines and you are great you will be very great a poet! Dickie, why couldn't I see? Father would have seen. Don't touch me, please! I can't bear it.
On this same day an interesting air battle occurred, involving a series of fights, with casualties on both sides, between the French and German aeroplanes above the lines of the latter near Dixmude.
"I regret we have treated you with so little consideration," he said apologetically, "but you were supposed to be merely a spy. May I ask your name and rank?" "Captain Wayne, th Virginia Cavalry." "Why were you within our lines?" "I was passing through them with despatches." "For whom?" "You certainly realize that I must decline to answer."
At eleven o'clock the bugle again sounded the advance. The whole line moved forward, continually skirmishing, until, about four o'clock in the afternoon, the infantry came under fire of the Confederate guns in position on the lines known as Camp Bisland.
I apologise for giving it here, as I make no claim to be able to write verse. My only excuse must be that my lines attempt to convey what every man and woman must have felt, though probably the average person would express himself in far better language than I am able to command. "Eheu fugaces Postume! Postume! Labuntur anni.
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