We have noticed a few who have had quite a narrow escape.
WAY OUT.
(Thoughts on leaving the Crystal Palace.)
A brigadier or two beside the portal
To cry to me with anguish half disguised,
"Hail and farewell, O brother! pomp is mortal"—
Something, I fancied, something of this sort'll
Happen to me when I'm demobilised.
That was an error. Not a drum was sounded;