THE AGED STRANGER.
AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR.
"I was with Grant"—the stranger said;
Said the farmer: "Say no more,
But rest thee here at my cottage porch,
For thy feet are weary and sore."
"I was with Grant"—the stranger said;
Said the farmer: "Nay, no more—
I prithee sit at my frugal board,
And eat of my humble store.
"How fares my boy—my soldier boy,
Of the old Ninth Army Corps?—
I warrant he bore him gallantly
In the smoke and the battle's roar!"
