A Change

“"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier.
"I have shed pewter tears!
It is too melancholy!
Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs!
It would at least be a change.
I cannot bear it longer!
Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts,
with what they may bring with them!
I have
had a visit from mine,
and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end;
I was at last about to jump down from the drawers."”