The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 57, July, 1862 by Various
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[Footnote 15: The King's brother.] [Footnote 16: A corps of foot-soldiers in the Austrian service, eventually incorporated in the army. They were composed of Servians, Croats, etc., inhabitants of the military frontier, and were named originally from the village of Pandur in Lower Hungary, where probably the first recruits were gathered.] The love which the soldiers had for Frederic survived in the army after all the veterans of his wars had passed away. It is well preserved in this camp-song:-- THE INVALIDES AT FATHER FREDERIC'S GRAVE. Here stump we round upon our crutches, round our Father's grave we go, And from our eyelids down our grizzled beards the bitter tears will flow. 'T was long ago, with Frederic living, that we got our lawful gains: A meagre ration now they serve us,--life's no longer worth the pains. Here stump we round, deserted orphans, and with tears each other see,-- Are waiting for our marching orders hence, to be again with thee. Yes, Father, only could we buy thee, with our |
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