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1. WAR ECHOES.

He was the very life, and we

Predicted that Tom Percy's name

Would some day catch the breeze of fame.

As for myself, I had been bred

In Boston, - then the boasted head

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Of literature, and not as now

An echo of its long ago.

Mayhap, like most Bostonians, I

Was overproud of ancestry,

And vaunted of my Pilgrim stock,

And looked as stiff as Plymouth Rock;

Howe'er that be, with Tom and Jack

I kept my haughty manners back.

Our time was mostly spent together,

In stormy as in pleasant weather,

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