The kings of the earth have many priceless possessions; they are able to confer upon each other various glittering orders of merit and distinction; but we doubt if any one of them has a dearer possession or a more genuine order of merit than this simple prayer of faith and gratitude offered at sunrise and at sunset on behalf of Your Majesty by the bedside of a little English child.
THE OLD SOLDIER.
By a "Temporary" Sub.
There are some men—and such is Jones—
Who love to vent their antique spleens
On any subaltern that owns
He's not a soldier in his bones
(I'm not, by any means);
Who fiercely watch us drill our men