_Claud._ I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, That liked, but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love: But now I am returned, and that war thoughts Have left their places vacant; in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is, Saying how I liked her ere I went to war. SHAKSPEARE. I.--The Third Penitent.--The Monk II.--The Monk's Story III.--A Narrow Escape IV.--Castelguelfo.--The Wolf of Amato V.--Happiness VI.--The Villa Besieged VII.--The Nuptials VIII.--The Tempest.--The Last of the Hunchback IX.--A Military Honeymoon X.--Wreck of the "Delight" XI.--The Voltigeurs.--The Massacre of Bagnara XII.--A Retreat In…
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