THE SOLDIER’S FRIEND.
DACTYLICS.

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.[[19]]

Here’s half-a-crown for you—here are some handbills too—

Go to the barracks, and give all the soldiers some.

Tell them the sailors are all in a mutiny.

Exit Drummer Boy, with handbills and half-a-crown.—Manet Soldier’s Friend.

Liberty’s friends thus all learn to amalgamate,

Freedom’s volcanic explosion prepares itself,