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But its cold stillness solemn spoke Death's ruthless hand laid it there II Cold as the marble spotless bright was that young brow so pure & fair Closed were those eyes of amuse light and still that soft bright curly hair. Those pallid lips that oft had smiled In life, on those he loved so well were now by death's dark angel stilled To earth had bid their last farewell III There stood the hardy sailor band men of Europe Afric. Ind. Even they mourned him who in spirit laid Now lived yet noble fair & kind. They wrapped the canvas round his form He sank beneath the parting wave far from the Sunshine & the storm Deep in the ocean's coral cave. IV The ship sped onward far away from whence he sleeps in silence deep The rolling oceans oer him play But ne'er can break his mournful sleep.
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Far from his own loved native land Far from the friends he loved so well The hope of that once happy land Now sleepeth where, ? no one can tell. V 'Neath oceans ever sounding wave He sleeps, in silent stillness there. The sea flowers father round his grave He once, the brave & good & fair, Perhaps a mother mourns her son Sad greif may in her bosom dwell but humbly says God's will be done My loved, My darling son, farewell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lt Dadson I have laid up the last 2 or 3 days he has disease of the knee joints so that is one more of our companions shut up. I am often amused with the remarks of the steward who is a german but talks English well with only a foreign accent. his man Joe he calls Choe just come & lay the tinner man he
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speaks very like a Highlander [One of scored through] Joe is a brother of Mrs Wyndham the Managress of the theatre royal Ednr. I have picked out by observation one or two men characters among the soldiers. Here is first a Scotsman belonging to the 93rd who went all through the Crimean War as he says without a wound & he is quite indignant now at being wounded by a nigger. he has a [wou scored through] bullet wound through the arm near the elbow. he is a fine strong burly looking fellow. He & another Scotsman sit & praise up Sir Colin to the skies much I daresay to the annoyance of the Irish + Englishman. Next here is an Irishman called Patk. Coleman of the 53rd or as he told his officer the other day on asking him his name Mr [underscored] Coleman Snr [underscored] ov Her Majestys fifty third
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& Faith Sir I was just goin to tell yir honor that the mate were gettin: isn't fit for an Animal or a brute baste to live on. & Shure the Doctor Knows it Yer honour. & havnt atin a bite this tree wakes since I cummed on board & its a wonder Im alive. Well says the officer my Good fellow you get the best meat that can be supplied by Government for you. Faith & is it the duff ye'll be callin good mate Shure & if yer honour'll only look ye'll find it alive & taking up a Crocroach [cockroach] from the head of the cask. he held it up between his fingers & Says thems the things ye find in the bottom o' the Cask, & its poison Ill be afther at atin afore Id ate that. The other day a man was Knocked down with Sun Stroke & lay insensible & Convulsed in the main deck. I directed a
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stream of cold water to be poured on his head. Pat was looking on very attentively. [all at scored through] the man was some time of coming out of his fit. When Pat making a salute. Says to me Shure & yer'e honour if ye'll just be after puttin a little salt in his mouth he'll be rivivin in no time. I niver saw a case that salt wouldn't cure. I ordered him off at once although I could not help laughing at his droll manuever. Another little trait of pat. I will chalk down now. I went down to my visit below the other day to the sick men Pat comes up, makes a salute Would ye be plased Sur to spake a minute. I asked what he wanted Shure Sur I would just be afther tellin ye that Ive been very bad all night & what is the matter I said, shure Sur its pains &