The Lark's Nest 23 



The letter was read a hundred times, and 

 laid carefully away when all the village had 

 seen it. But the lad never came home ; he 

 lies in the cemetery at Brussels. The Larks 

 brought up their young, and sang even while 

 the dead were being buried ; then they left the 

 terrible field of Waterloo, and never dared 

 return to it 



