Let the moralist stoop to mercy, that balm of all souls that live;
For better than all forgetting is the wonderful word “Forgive!”
Punch. March 15, 1884.
A Tale of the Tenth Hussars.
(Not to-day, Baker.)
When the train, on its lonely journey, was near to the scene of strife
Where the woman fought for her honour—far dearer to her than life;
When the crash of the opening doorway left her standing outside the cars,
It gave to our island a story of one of the Tenth Hussars.