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THE WOUNDED.

“See to my brother, Doctor; I have lain
All day against his heart; it is warm there;
This stiffness is a trance; he lives! I swear,—
I swear he lives!” “Good doctor, tell my ain
Auld Mother;”—but his pale lips moved in vain.
“Doctor, when you were little Master John,
I left the old place; you will see it again.
Tell my poor Father,—turn down the wood-lane
Beyond the home-field—cross the stepping-stone
To the white cottage, with the garden-gate—
O God!”—He died. “Doctor, when I am gone
Send this to England.” “Doctor, look upon
A countryman!” “Devant mon Chef? Ma foi!”
“Oui, il est blessé beaucoup plus que moi.”