A Private

THIS ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors

Many a frozen night, and merrily

Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all

bores:

"At Mrs. Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he,

"I slept." None knew which bush. Above the

town,

Beyond "The Drover," a hundred spot the down

In Wiltshire. And where now at last he sleeps

More sound in France--that, too, he secret keeps.