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XXXVII.

“Hark to the footfall fierce and measured tread Of Britain’s legions o’er the affrighted ground, While martial music’s stirring voice is shed, Enthusiast Valour waking at the sound. Trombone and cornet make the heart to bound, The deep bassoon and clarion shrill afar Their echoes send--the mellow horn around Gives softer notes, ring fifes their merry bar, And rolls the doubling drum to stimulate the War.