[The Inn at Munich]
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"We talked of pipe-clay regulation caps— Long twenty-fours—short culverins and mortars— Condemn'd the 'Horse Guards' for a set of raps, And cursed our fate at being in such quarters. Some smoked, some sighed, and some were heard to snore; Some wished themselves five fathoms 'neat the Solway; And some did pray—who never prayed before— That they might get the 'route' for Cork or Galway." |
CONTENTS:
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[CHAPTER XVIII] Detachment Duty—An Assize Town [CHAPTER XIX] The Assize Town [CHAPTER XX] A Day in Dublin [CHAPTER XXI] A Night at Howth [CHAPTER XXII] The Journey [CHAPTER XXIII] Calais |