May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.”
My Uniform.
By a Damp but Determined Volunteer.
The corps had been washed, newly-washed in a shower,
Which, as usual, had spoiled our parade,
The plentiful moisture, poured down for an hour,
With our uniforms havoc had played.
My belts were all sodden, my shako so wet,
That it seemed to a fanciful view,