Capitolo 59
an old sword with a brass sheath on that he can get up tall
ceremonials and he/she drinks the health of the good Regina for that he has
bravely lived through light of the sun and tempestuous time, in challenge of
epidemics, retired schemes and the army Medical Department. It is
good person to ask to him to put his/her old knees Your hospitable axle under,
and to fill him/it with healthy wine, while he settles sweetens him
histories of Anglo-India that you/he/she is quickly dissolving from sight.
The old Colonel doesn't have damage in him; its scandal blows on the
grandmother of people that I/you/they are passed away, and his/her little
improprieties are as it would illustrate a sermon of the present
day. [It is probable that a rabbit plays if there were no chutni lying
around.]
But you don't have to ever speak to him as if its sun was putting. He is as
full of hope like an of two years. Every Publishes it thrills him with vague
anticipations and alarms. If he in orders was found for a Brigade
he would be amazed less that whoever in the army. He never stops
you hope that anything can turn on--that anything tangible you/he/she can publish
from the world of circumambient of conjecture. But nothing will ever turn
above for our old poor Colonel up to his/her old fingers of the foot poor turns above to the
daisies. This change only, what we harshly call "Death", it will steal
on his/her perspectives; this new slide will only have slipped in the magic
lantern of its existence, accompanied from drums funeral and slow
marching.
Soon us as soon as we will be able to decipher his/her name and to grow old on the
tomb stone that crumbles among the weeds of our horrible station
cemetery--but what interests him?
"For his/her bones it is dust,
And its sword is rust,
And its soul is with the saints, we have trust."
YOU HAUL BABA K.C.B.
No XVI
THE CIVIL SURGEON
"You throw physic to the dogs, I don't want none of him."