The Outpost Vol 1 - The Royal Highland Fusiliers

THE OUTPOST.
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the club, but on broaching the subject to his
wife a little later she said:
" Matt., my dear, to-night, to celebrate your
return, we are going to the Prayer Meeting! "
After four days" Special Training" our hero
read on the orders:
DISCHARGE.-Private Matthew Pnllthrough,
No. 12345, having been found unfit for
Military Domestic Service, is struck off
the strength of the Battalion accordingly.
Xot even "paid up to and including," he
murmured, as he turned away, a cherubic smile
illuminating his features.
J. T. S.
E are ready and fit,
W And we strain a t the collar
To be doing our' bit:
We are ready and fit,
So let's pack up our kit- ­
You may bet every dollar
We are ready and fit
And we strain at the collar.
BEE.
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A Sigh for the Good Old Days.
o BUGLE that dost bid me rest
And seek repose before the sun is set,
Subdue thy note--a chastened air were best,
Sleep holds aloof when bones and ground are met.
Nightly I woo thee, :\lorpheus,
Bribe thee with beer when gentler arts are vain,
In other days thou didst not serve me thus;
Is it revenge for my one time disdain,
When, eyes unscaled, I put my book
And cheerful blaze before a feather bed,
Greeting the coming dawn without rebuke?
Now sounds reveille ere the night is dead.
Here, for my sins, in pain I crouch,
Praying for dawn and yet athirst for sleep,
Approach, 0 martyrs who had spikes for couch,
I know a torture that will make ye weep.
BEE.
HOME FOR THE WEEK.END--TELLlNG THE TALE.
Pt •. M'Nidder.