An Elegy.

The following lines were written by a soldier in the hospital at New Haven, Conn., who lost his leg in the battle of Fair Oaks:


Good leg, thou wast a faithful friend,

And truly hast thy duty done;

I thank thee most that to the end

Thou didst not let this body run.

Strange paradox! that in the fight

Where I of thee was thus bereft,

I lost my left leg for "the Right,"

 And yet the right's the one that's left!

 But while the sturdy stump remains,

I may be able yet to patch it,

For even now I've taken pains

To make an L-E-G to match it.

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