John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the ground;The soldiers seemed to like this, and answered back, ‘Good for you!’ Mr. Clarke said, ‘Mrs. Howe, why do you not write some good words for ’
His soul is marching on.
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seemed to say to me, ‘You would be glad to serve, but you cannot help any one; you have nothing to give, and there is nothing for you to do.’
Yet, because of my sincere desire, a word was given me to say, which did strengthen the hearts of those who fought in the field and of those who languished in the prison.
We were invited, one day, to attend a review of troops at some distance from the town.
While we were engaged in watching the manoeuvres, a sudden movement of the enemy necessitated immediate action.
The review was discontinued, and we saw a detachment of soldiers gallop to the assistance of a small body of our men who were in imminent danger of being surrounded and cut off from retreat.
The regiments remaining on the field were ordered to march to their cantonments.
We returned to the city very slowly, of necessity, for the troops nearly filled the road.
My dear minister was in the carriage with me, as were several other friends.
To beguile the rather tedious drive, we sang from time to time snatches of the army songs so popular at that time, concluding, I think, with
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