I suppose that there are good and sufficient reasons why a comfortable home in Chelsea Hospital was not given in his declining years to Peter Sandells, who was formerly a soldier in the Second Battalion of the Seventy-Third Regiment of Foot, who was one of the party that fired the farewell volley over the grave of Sir John Moore, who fought at Waterloo, and who died on Saturday, the twenty-second instant, at the age of ninety-seven, in the Christchurch Workhouse of St. Saviour's Union. The authorities were probably kind to this poor worn-out nonagenarian, for I notice that to avert the burial of Peter Sandells in a pauper's grave the master of the workhouse started a small subscription to buy a plot of ground and defray the expenses incurred by the funeral of the Waterloo veteran. By this time I hope his remains have been decently interred. Do you remember those terrible lines of Mr. Kinglake in "Eothen" about an old man's funeral? "For my part" (I quote from memory)" I thought that he was was well out of the scrape of being alive, and old, and poor."
Source: The Illustrated London News, No.2256—Vol. LXXXI, Saturday, July 29, 1882, p.103