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tombstone and announced the glorious news to the assem- 

 bled congregation. In my early days in Gloucestershire, a 

 neighbour, Captain Fenton, was at times thought to be 

 tedious in his recurrence to the charge of the Scots Greys in 

 which he had served, but it was a grand memory all the 

 same. 



In a much humbler sphere and at a different stage of the 

 same great struggle an interesting part was played by a very 

 decent woman afterwards a servant in our family at the 

 burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna. She was proud to 

 remember that she was one of those who held a lanthorn at 

 the ceremony alluded to in Wolfe's poem : 



" We buried him darkly at dead of night 



By the struggling moonbeams' misty light 

 And the lanthorn dimly burning." 



