And merrily pricked, though he sulked and kicked,
O’er rivulet, rock and mead.
Alas! for those rides, they are gone, they are past;
Ned and we are grown old and gray;
But thoughts of those times, like Christmas chimes,
In our hearts must ever be gay. H.
BALLADS OF THE CAMPAIGN IN MEXICO. NO. V.
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BY HENRY KIRBY BENNER, U. S. A.