The hallowed remains of the sainted and blest;
For those angels of mercy that dared every danger
To bring to the soldier sweet comfort and rest.
It was discovered that these lines had been composed and placed there by one of Sister Winifred’s orderlies.
CHAPTER XVII
SAILS FOR THE CRIMEA AND GOES UNDER FIRE
On Board the Robert Lowe—Story of a Sick Soldier—Visit to the Camp Hospitals—Sees Sebastopol from the Trenches—Recognised and Cheered by the Soldiers—Adventurous Ride Back.
The walls grew weak; and fast and hot
Against them pour’d the ceaseless shot,
With unabating fury sent,
From battery to battlement;