CHAP. Ti.] John Dttnf s Letter, jy 



'' Trusting^ Sir, that indulgent time is reconciling you 

 to the fate of my kind, deceased officer^ your much- 

 beloved and lamented son, and that your Honour will 

 condescend to befriend the man whom that son so often 

 befriended, I remain, Honourable Sir, with all due 

 respect, 



^^ Your Honour's most humble and devoted 

 servant and faithful soldier, 



"John Dunt. 



^' War Department, Weedon Barracks." 



It may be asserted, without fear of contradiction, that 

 a parallel to the letter given above may be searched for 

 in vain in any language. It is, moreover, a matter for 

 wonder how a common-soldier's head could have con- 

 tained such a wealth of imagery, and such a rich abun- 

 dance of the gift of ^' high falutin'." 



