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the wan shadow-land which lies Hidden from sight of human eyes, Half-way 'twixt here and Heaven, You, my good grandfather, await The utterance of that mandate Which strikes all odd scores even.

I, still on earth, am curious To know, could you but tell it us, The whole veracious story Of this, your dead and done romance, When Bonaparte ruled in France, And you won glory.

A case of coromandel wood, Brass-bound, shield-locked, which I found stood Aside in our old store-room, Never unlocked since that day when,