Chapter 1012 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

LXII.

"Where will you serve?"--"Where'er you please."--"I know You like to be the hope of the forlorn, And doubtless would be foremost on the foe After the hardships you've already borne. And this young fellow--say what can he do? He with the beardless chin and garments torn?"-- "Why, General, if he hath no greater fault In War than Love, he had better lead the assault"--