45.
45.
There was a man who was Nott born,His father was Nott born before him;He did Nott live, he did Nott die,And his epitaph is Nott o’er him.
There was a man who was Nott born,His father was Nott born before him;He did Nott live, he did Nott die,And his epitaph is Nott o’er him.
There was a man who was Nott born,
His father was Nott born before him;
He did Nott live, he did Nott die,
And his epitaph is Nott o’er him.
46. Because it is in firm (infirm).
47. To keep his head warm.
48.
Hark! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave,The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave,Under Death, whom he owns his Commander-in-chief,No more he’ll turn out with the ready relief;But in spite of Death’s terrors or cannon’s alarms,When he hears the last trump he’ll stand to his arms!Farewell! brother soldiers, in peace may you rest,And light lie the turf on each veteran breast,Until that review when the souls of the braveShall behold the chief ensign, fair mercy’s flag, wave;Then, freed from Death’s terrors and hostile alarms,When we hear the last trump, we’ll stand to our arms.
Hark! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave,The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave,Under Death, whom he owns his Commander-in-chief,No more he’ll turn out with the ready relief;But in spite of Death’s terrors or cannon’s alarms,When he hears the last trump he’ll stand to his arms!Farewell! brother soldiers, in peace may you rest,And light lie the turf on each veteran breast,Until that review when the souls of the braveShall behold the chief ensign, fair mercy’s flag, wave;Then, freed from Death’s terrors and hostile alarms,When we hear the last trump, we’ll stand to our arms.
Hark! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave,
The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave,
Under Death, whom he owns his Commander-in-chief,
No more he’ll turn out with the ready relief;
But in spite of Death’s terrors or cannon’s alarms,
When he hears the last trump he’ll stand to his arms!
Farewell! brother soldiers, in peace may you rest,
And light lie the turf on each veteran breast,
Until that review when the souls of the brave
Shall behold the chief ensign, fair mercy’s flag, wave;
Then, freed from Death’s terrors and hostile alarms,
When we hear the last trump, we’ll stand to our arms.
49. Doctor Long expects Dr. Short to explain the misunderstanding between them.