The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... officer having previously ordered the medals to be pre- pared for distribution , spoke as follows : - : -- " Officers , non - commissioned officers , and soldiers of the 12th Light Dragoons ; I consider the present epoch the happiest of ...
... officer having previously ordered the medals to be pre- pared for distribution , spoke as follows : - : -- " Officers , non - commissioned officers , and soldiers of the 12th Light Dragoons ; I consider the present epoch the happiest of ...
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... officer to Lieutenant General Wynyard , who was pleased to issue the following order respecting it : - Assistant Adjutant - General's Office , Kilkenny , January 15 , 1811 . SOUTH - EAST DISTRICT ORDERS . Lieutenant General Wynyard has ...
... officer to Lieutenant General Wynyard , who was pleased to issue the following order respecting it : - Assistant Adjutant - General's Office , Kilkenny , January 15 , 1811 . SOUTH - EAST DISTRICT ORDERS . Lieutenant General Wynyard has ...
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... Officer , Lieutenant Simon M'Donald , afterwards Major of the 92nd Regiment . Lieutenant M'Donald having asked what ... Officer's estates , where he and his forefather had been treated with kindness ; -he was descended of the same family ...
... Officer , Lieutenant Simon M'Donald , afterwards Major of the 92nd Regiment . Lieutenant M'Donald having asked what ... Officer's estates , where he and his forefather had been treated with kindness ; -he was descended of the same family ...
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... officers of Haslar Hospital being dangerously ill ; a medical gentleman who was attending him , had occasion about two o'clock in the morning to send the nurse from the officer's quarters , to the dispensary : the weather being bad ...
... officers of Haslar Hospital being dangerously ill ; a medical gentleman who was attending him , had occasion about two o'clock in the morning to send the nurse from the officer's quarters , to the dispensary : the weather being bad ...
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... officers in charge of the detachment , as well as the men , ridiculed and scorned the idea of these poor wretches ( such they seemed to be ) being able to rob the King's artillery ; but took the precaution of placing sentries over all ...
... officers in charge of the detachment , as well as the men , ridiculed and scorned the idea of these poor wretches ( such they seemed to be ) being able to rob the King's artillery ; but took the precaution of placing sentries over all ...
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Page 122 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 122 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 404 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Page 225 - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Page 93 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 123 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 264 - AMONG the liberal donations of our countrymen to the fund for the relief of the widows and orphans of the brave men who fell in the...
Page 123 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 179 - And I looked, and rose up, and said unto the nobles, and to the rulers, and to the rest of the people, Be not ye afraid of them : remember the Lord, which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses.
Page 468 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?