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