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THE FORLORN HOPE:
HELSEA Hospital, or, as the old soldiers prefer to call it, "Chelsea College," appears much the same at all seasons of the year; its simple, dignified, and, if the phrase be permitted, healthful and useful, style of architecture, suggests the same ideas, under the hot sun of June and amid the snows of bleak December; bringing conviction that the venerable structure is a safe, suitable, comfortable, and happy, as well as honourable, retreat for the brave men who have so effectually "kept the foreigner from fooling us." The simple story I have to tell, commences with a morning in April, 1838. It was a warm, soft morning, of the first spring month; the sun shone along the colonnade of "the Royal College." Some of the veterans—who, fearing rheumatism more than they ever feared cold steel or leaden bullet, had kept close quarters