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Show Coleridge the Soldier. Subsistence could not, how over, be mede on tho reading and writing of jinmphlots, nor tho means of livelihood cbtatned by tho most eloquent and entrancing en-trancing of conversations, and Coleridge, Coler-idge, finding himself both forlorn and destitute in London, enlisted as a soldier sol-dier In tho Fifteenth, (Elliot's) Life Dragoons, says tho English House Ilcnutlful. "On his arrival at the quarters of the regiment," says his friend and biographer, bi-ographer, Mr. Glllmnn, "tho general of tho district Inspected tho recruits, and looking hard at Coleridge with a military air Inquired, 'What's your name, sir?' 'Comborbach' (the name bo had assumed). 'What do you come here for, sir?' as If doubting whether he had any business there. 'Sir,' said Coleridge, 'for what most persons come to bo made a soldier.' 'Do you think,' said tho general, 'you can run a Frenchman through tho body?' 'I do not knew,' ropllcd Coleridge, 'as I have nover tried; but I'll lot a Frenchman French-man run mo through tho body boforo 1'U run away.' 'That will do,' said tho general, and Coleridge was turned Into the ranks." |