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UNCLE NED'S TALES.
HOW THE FLAG WAS SAVED.[1]
' Twas a dismal winter's evening, fast without came down the snow,
But within, the cheerful fire cast a ruddy, genial glow
O'er our pleasant little parlor, that was then my mother's pride.
There she sat beside the glowing grate, my sister by her side;
And beyond, within the shadow, in a cosy little nook
Uncle Ned and I were sitting, and in whispering tones we spoke.
I was asking for a story he had promised me to tell,—
- ↑ An incident from the record of the Enniskillen Dragoons in Spain, under General Picton.
