Weed his grave clean, ye men of goodness, --for he was your brother. --Oh corporal! had I thee, but now, --now, that I am able to give thee a dinner and protection, --how would I cherish thee! thou should'st wear thy Montero-cap every hour of the day, and every day of the week, --and when it was worn out, I would purchase thee a couple like it: ----But alas! alas! alas! now that I can do this in spite of their reverences--the occasion is lost--for thou art gone; --thy genius fled up to the stars from whence it came; --and that warm heart of thine, with all its generous and open vessels, compressed into a _clod of the valley!_

Weed his grave clean, ye men of goodness, for he was your brother.
Oh corporal! had I thee, now - how would I cherish thee! thou should'st wear thy Montero-cap every hour of every day - But alas! alas! thou art gone; thy genius fled up to the stars from whence it came - and that warm and generous heart of thine, compressed into a clod of the valley!
