“You’ve showed me how a soldier dies—and little Jean will come!”
They found him ’mid the slain next day, amid the brave who fell,
Said Regnier, proudly, “My brave Jean, thou learned thy lesson well!”
They hung the medal round his neck, and crossed his childish hands,
And dug for him a little grave in Egypt’s lonely sands.
But, still, the corps his memory keep, and name with flashing eye,
The hero whom the “Forty-third,” in Egypt, taught to die.
Lillie E. Barr.
