cheap and hackneyed material. In the uncouth, though familiar, garb of crazy common-sense this young soldier stands among the crowd and blows his bugle, half conscious of the drab disguise, half hoping it will fall and he find himself naked as Achilles; and why should he not open his eyes and "behold the mountain full of horses and chariots of fire"?
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F. W. HARVEY