| Description | Written from 16 Dynevor Gardens, Richmond.
Being sorry to see his name down in the Gazette this morning as retired, causing a monetary pang to remember the happy years spent in the old corps: his going down to Dover at Easter and feeling almost a boy again amid all the bugle calls: mentions of the mess room, a silver picture and the barracks: pleasure at Butlers compliment on the carrying out of the Easter manoeuvres.
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