The court Found the sentry a trifle hasty, but on the whole Within his instructions, the officer’s orders lawful; One cannot dispute the court. And yet the man Who went to the privy is inconveniently dead. It seems an excessive judgment for going there.

The little pictures wreathe into smoke again. The mummy-cases close upon the dark legion. The papers are filed away. If they once were sent To another court for some last word of review, They are back again. It seems strange that such tidy files Of correspondence respectfully submitted Should be returned from God with no final endorsement.