Chapter 96 THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS

Last night, among his fellow roughs,

He jested, quaffed, and swore;

A drunken private of the Buffs,

Who never looked before.

To-day, beneath the foeman's frown,

He stands in Elgin's place,

Ambassador from Britain's crown

And type of all her race.

Poor, reckless, rude, low-born, untaught

Bewildered, and alone,

A heart,