...arted-- Who had gone to the wars — it was Larry O'More. Oh! hark! she heard footsteps, and suddenly started-- Then smiled, as she leaped, like a fawn, to the door. And, lo! there stood Larry , as fresh and as cosy As when he left Kitty's bewitching young charms; Whose eyes were so bright, and whose cheeks were so rosy-- “Arrah! Kitty,” said Larry, “love, come to me...