And Oscar never got his canteen filled with honey again during the remainder of the war.
CHAPTER XV.
VALE DIXIE.
“Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;