Thy husband will never return from the war again;
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity—
Cold are thy famished babes—God help thee, widowed one!
Robert Southey, 1795.
The Soldier’s Friend.
(Canning’s Contrast.)
Come, little Drummer Boy, lay down your knapsack here;
I am the soldier’s friend—here are some books for you;
Nice clever books by Tom Paine, the philanthropist.
Here’s half-a-crown for you—here are some handbills too—