...pitiful-pitiless knife, — Torture and trouble in vain, — for it never could save us a life, Valor of delicate women who tended the hospital bed, Horror...for our perishing children, and never a moment for griefj Toil and ineffable weariness, faltering hopes of relief, THE OUTLAW'S YARN. DID he die in his...

...pitifulpitiless knife, — Torture and trouble in vain, — for it never eould save us a life. Valour of delieate women who tended the hospital bed, Horror of women...among the dying and dead, Grief for our perishing ehildren, and never a moment for grief, Toil and ineffable weariness, faltering hopes of relief, Havelock...

...of May blowing over an English field Cholera, scurvy, and fever, the wound that would not be heal'd, Lopping away of the limb by the pitiful-pitiless knife,...Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butcher'd for all that we knew — Then day and night, day and night, coming down on the still-shatter'd walla Millions of musket-bullets,...

...heal'd, Lopping away of the limb by the pitiful-pitiless knife,— Torture and trouble in vain,—for it never could save us a life. Valour of delicate...Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butcher'd for all that we knew— Then day and night, day and night, coming down on the still-shatter'd walls Millions of musket-bullets,...

...pitiful-pitiless knife, — Torture and trouble in vain, — for it never could save us a life. Valor of delicate women who tended the hospital bed, Horror...Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butcher'd for all that we knew — Then day and night, day and night, coming down on the still-shatter'd walls Millions of musket-bullets,...

...scurvy, and fever, the wound that would not be heal'd, Loppiiig away of tbe limb by the pitiful-pittiless knife, — Torture and trouble in vain,— for it...perishing children, and never a moment for grief, Toil aud ineffable weariness, faltering hopes of relief, Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butcher'd for all...

...pitifulpitiless knife, — Torture and trouble in vain, — for it never could save us a life, Valor of delicate women who tended the hospital bed, Horror...faltering hopes of relief, Havelock baffled, or beaten, orbutcher'd for all that we knew — Then day and night, day and night, coming down on the still-shatter'd...

...May blowing over an English field, Cholera, scurvy, and fever, the wound that would not be heal'd, Lopping away of the limb by the pitiful-pitiless knife,...Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butcher'd for all that we knew — Then day and night, day and night, coming down on the still-shatter'd walls Millions of musket-bullets,...

...May blowing over an English field, Cholera, scurvy, and fever, the wound that would not be heal'd, Lopping away of the limb by the pitiful-pitiless knife,...Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butcher'd for all that we knew — Then day and night, day and night, coming down on the still-shatter'd walls Millions of musket-bullets,...

...pitiful-pitiless knife, — Torture and trouble in vain, — for it never could save us a life. Valor of delicate women who tended the hospital bed, Horror...faltering hopes of relief, Havelock baffled or beaten, or butchered for all that we knew — Then day and night, day and night, coming down on the still shatter'd...