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mercy from the maddened & infuriated watcher hands they had fallen in England
[clippings from Punch pasted over pencil text] PUNCH,
[August 29, 1863.
Died, Friday, August 14, Buried, Saturday, August 22, 1863.
Another great, grey-headed, chieftain gone To join his brethren on the silent shore! Another link with a proud past undone! Another stress of life-long warfare o'er!
Few months have passed since that grey head we saw Bending above the vault where OUTRAM slept; Lingering as if reluctant to withdraw From that grave-side, where sun-bronzed soldiers wept.
The thought filled many minds, is he the next To take his place within the Abbey walls? A gnarled trunk, by many tempests vext, That bears its honours high, even as it falls.
He is the next! the name that was a fear To England's swarthy foes, all India through, Is now a memory! No more fields will hear His voice of stern command, that rand so true.
The tartaned ranks he led and loved no more Will spring like hounds unleashed, at his behest; No more that eye will watch his soldiers o'er, As mother o'ers their babes, awake, at rest.
A life of roughest duty, from the day When with the boy's down soft upon his chin, He marched to fight, as others run to play, Like a young squire his knightly spurs to win.
And well won them ; in the fever-swamp, In foughten field, by trench and leaguered wall,
[pencil text] a Swan spreading her plumage as she goes. at last She leaves the river the passengers Crowd the decks & take a last look of their beloved. land gradually the outline of the white cliffs of old England
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It was a bright [afternoon scored through] morning in the month of August that month in which the heat of Summer gets mellowed down with a more genial temperature & the leaves lately so bright & green begin to assume a yellow tinge. That month also when the sportsmen seek the hills & glens [of the last of the brown scored through] [heath & shaggy wood scored through] & enjoy for a time the sport the bracing air & healthful exercise [written above of>in bonny Scotland ] & thus recruit the health broken down by living in the business of cities. It was in this month I say that a gallant ship lay moored in Southampton Docks. She was destined to receive the noble hearted men who [disregarding scored through] fling aside all the comforts of home & [parted from scored through] the society of their nearest & dearest friends, sought but to avenge the foul deeds done in the east, they had heard of Husbands Wives Children mangled torn limb from limb even the young & beautiful received no