'T is strange enough—the rough, tough soldiers, who

Spared neither sex nor age in their career

Of carnage, when this old man was pierced through,

And lay before them with his children near,

Touched by the heroism of him they slew,

Were melted for a moment; though no tear

Flowed from their bloodshot eyes, all red with strife,

They honoured such determined scorn of Life.