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An Elegy.--The following lines were written by a soldier in the hospital at New-Haven, who lost his leg in the battle of Fair Oaks:

L-E-G on my leg.

Good leg, thou wast a faithful friend,
     And truly hast thy duty done;
I thank thee most that to the end
     Thou didst not let this body run.

Strange paradox! that in the fight
     Where I of thee was thus bereft,
I lost my left leg for “the Right,”
     And yet the right's the one that's left!

But while the sturdy stump remains,
     I may be able yet to patch it,
For even now I've taken pains
     To make an L-E-G to match it.

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