But here, I'm becoming a prosy old bore.

Come into the house, lad.

The boys are growing sentimental.

Listen to their song.

It's the same, isn't it, that some of our bands played at Bull Run ?" "Yes, sir, it is," replied Harry, as he joined the others in the song: "The hour was sad, I left the maid A lingering farewell taking, Her sighs and tears my steps delayed I thought her heart was breaking.
"In hurried words her name I blessed, I breathed the vows that bind me, And to my heart in anguish pressed The girl I left behind me." Most all the officers had leave for the full day.