I marked them steadfast in the field.
Death grimly sided with the foe,
And smote each leaden hero low.
Proudly they perished one by one:
The dread Pea-cannon's work was done!
O not for them the tears we shed,
Consigned to their congenial lead;
But while unmoved their sleep they take,
We mourn for their dear Captain's sake,
For their dear Captain, who shall smart
Both in his pocket and his heart,
Who saw his heroes shed their gore,
And lacked a shilling to buy more!




THE GRAVER THE PEN: OR, SCENES FROM NATURE, WITH APPROPRIATE
VERSES




Poem: I--PROEM



Unlike the common run of men,
I wield a double power to please,
And use the GRAVER and the PEN