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Laura Secord, the heroine of 1812. - A Drama. and Other Poems. by Sarah Anne Curzon
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_Corporal_. Poor thing! I'm sure none of us want the lamb.

_A Private_. We'll have it, though, and more, if Boerstler--

_Corporal_. Hold your tongue, you--

_Second Private_ (_drinking_). Here's good luck, my boys,
to that surprise--

_Corporal (aside)_. Fool!

_Sergeant (drinking)_. Here's to to-morrow and a cloudy night.
Fill all your glasses, boys.

* * * * *




SCENE 3.--_Mrs. Secord's bedroom. She is walking up and down in much
agitation_.

_Enter_ MR. SECORD.

_Mrs. Secord_ (_springing to meet him_). Oh, James, where have you been?

_Mr. Secord_. I did but ramble through the pasture, dear,
And round the orchard. 'Twas so sweet and still.
Save for the echo of the sentry's tread
O'er the hard road, it might have been old times.
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