the comforts of home

Oh that spring would come!

When the wife of a great prince, whose husband was absent at the siege of Troy, was urged by her friends to put on her royal robes and be cheerful, she answered: “My husband is under the walls of Troy; shall I adorn my hair while he wears a helmlet?

Before you could count three, every soldier was surrounded by at least a dozen of the worst cut-throats that ever drew breath, and for a little time things looked mighty juberous for us Yankees.