every marker, from the Hill of Howth to the volve the character of the corps. In a tavern Peak of Teneriffe. I have brought home this too!

muff [Taking off his Cap] full of ducats Maj. [Sheathing his Sabre] Colonel, I and doubloons, since I have handled a cue drew merely for quiet's sake.-[Laughing] in his Sicilian Majesty's service. And now that it's all over, what the devil Cor. It was handsomely filled-for once! was it all about? [To the Cornet. Play. [He misses]-Diavolo! Confound this Cor. Major, you should have understood game. Hazard and high life for the language of my feelings.

coffee-house

me!

I

Maj. How should I understand it, my dear? Maj. Ha, ha! the Cornet is a young soldier: never heard them speak a syllable before. be soon tires of being in the way of the balls. Col. Not another word, Major. Here's some Now for a cannon1). Play. [He misses]- one at the door. This quarrel must not be That's all ill luck. made a town-talk. Cor. Cannon!-muffs and meerschaums-throws himself on a Chair, dejectedly] Ob, [Lorenzo enters, and you always fire great guns. Play. [He plays] it's Lorenzo! why, man, what's the matter -Mark two. [To the Marker with you?-any bad news, Captain?

Maj. [Angrily] Great guns! That is, I[The Cornet and Major return to the Table] imagineCor. The sublime dejection of a disastrous [Aside to the Major.

Cor. [Interrupting him]-Rather

Maj. That I exaggerate, [More irritated.
Cor. Very generously.

Maj. That I colour 2).

Cor. Never!-no man alive can charge you with a propensity to blushing.

Maj. Count Carmine-I have never found occasion for it. I wish I could say as much for all my friends, Cornet my dear.

Cor. Diavolo! Do you mean to insult me? This hurts my honour.

love.
Cor. [Plays]-Game.
Col. Lorenzo, will you play?
Lor. Excuse me, Colonel; I am not in spi-
rits; I beg I may not disturb any one.

Cor. Quite gone out! Dull as a select party of the first distinction, 'pon honour. Col. Stir, Lorenzo! This doubloon for the doctor who will find out his distemper.

[Flinging Money on the Table. Maj. Poh! it's the military epidemic-the Maj. By the glory of the Twentieth, no man coming on of the half-pay;-a cursed comcan cure it easier-plaster it with your vanity.plication of disorders. Cor. Draw, Sir!

Lor. [Gradually recovering] The simple Maj. The Cornet has got his fighting fact is, my good friends, I am rather out of moustaches on-I must humour him. Draw, temper just now-I have been extremely inSir! Here goes my bill of exchange. sulted. Col. What are you both about? [Interposing]-Cornet, I must request · We shall be taken for a fighting regiment.

-

Cor. Impossible!-Excuse me, Colonel. [He takes off his cap to the Colonel, and glances within it.]-My mirror! the left moustache quite dishevelled.

Maj. The coxcomb's at his looking glass, by the glory of the Twentieth!

All. Insulted!

Maj. You had a fair thrust for it, I hope? [Sternly. Lor. No, confound it, that was out of the question. 'Twas by a woman.

Cor. Ob, jilted! nothing more? Ha,' ha! It might have happened to the handsomest man in the service; for example-But on what grounds were you turned out? [To Lorenzo. Lor. Turned out, Sir?

Cor. [Arranging his Moustachio] — One moment,You would not have a gentleman Cor. Mille pardons! I mean, exiled, exfight, like a footman, in a state of utter bru-patriated, made horrible. tality-all blowse.

Maj. Come on, Sir.

Col. Eh?--The infidelity all on one side, 1 suppose,-or-

alone.

Cor. [To the Major] I make it a rule ne- Maj. Were you in doubt whether you ver to be disturbed at my toilet. [To the Co-were most in love with the daughter, the lonel] My beard's three quarters of an hour mother, or the grandmother? too dark. Now, Sir, to correct insolence! Cor. Were you miscellaneous in the house? [He draws his Sabre. Pray, who is the fair deceiver, after all? Maj. Now, Sir! to chastise insolence past Lor. Old Ventoso's daughter. Now let me correction! [They fight a few passes-the Colonel and other Officers interpose. Col. Gentlemen, gentlemen, put up your swords. Fight in the street, if you will. If you be killed here, we shall have the quarrel put in the bill 3).-[Laughing] Officers, I command you to stop. This will in1) Carambolage.

one of

2) To colour is the genteel word for exaggerate, or lie;
but the last word is absolutely proscribed in England,
under pain of a duel followed by death at least,
5) A company of Englishmen being assembled at dinner,
the Waiter fell down in a fit; a wager was instantly
laid, that the poor fellow would die, and on the other
side that he would not; the doctor arriving, was

Col. He by the public gardens: the late merchant indeed? [Haughtily Maj. Old Figs and Raisins? Ha, ha, ha! Cor. Absolutely:-old Allspice and Sugarcanes! Muffs and meerschaums!

Col. So, Captain, the old trafficker refused to take you into the firm? [Haughtily. Maj. The veteran grocer did not like the green recruit. Ha, ha! Cor. The green!- superb! How picturesque!-The Major's from the Emerald Isle1). [They laugh. Twentieth! you in your full uni[To Lorenzo.

Maj. By the glory of the

hindered from interfering, and told of the bet: "But might have turned to trade

the man will die," said the doctor, "Oh! never mind,

put him in the bill," was the answer: i, e. charge it form, my boy.

to our account.

1) Ireland is called the green or Emerald isle.

Cor. Hung out your shabrac for an apron.
Maj. Cut soap with your sabre.
Col. And made a scale of your sabretache.
Maj. For the regular sale and delivery of
salt, pepper,

Col. And Indigo.

Cor. No; that's for the Blues1),

Maj. And eyes, like hock in green glasses. Col. With, as I presume, no small share of the Tartar at bottom.

Cor. Tartar! Muffs and meerschaums! Hottentot!

Lor. [Starting from his Chair]-Colonel! I can listen to this no longer. I insist upon

Lor. Gentlemen, I find I must bid you it that the subject shall be dropped. You good night. This depresses-this offends me. don't know the lady. She's lovely, incomI'm in no temper for jesting. parable.

mour.

Maj. Aye, aye, a Venus of course.

[Half aside. Cor. Yes, if ever there was one at the Cape 1). [Half aside.

Col. Poh! Lorenzo, no parting in ill huWe all know you to be a capital, high-flavour'd fellow; but, as one of us, you might have consulted your rank,-the honour of the regiment,-in this city connexion. Col. You may leave the lady to her natuCor. By all that's dignified, one of the Ro-ral fate, the trader is rich. She will throw yal Sicilian, the Twentieth!-should not be herself away, according to the manner of all conscious of the existence of any thing un-women who have money, and the business der a Duke.

Maj. He may nod to a General, eh?-now and then;-Cornet.

Cor. When the streets are empty,-but, he should be familiar with no man

Col. Under a Prince of the blood.

Cor. Nor with him, unless on guard at Court.

Lor. [Half laughing]-Gentlemen, I am perfectly sensible of our infinite superiority—

but

will be done by some scoundrel with a plau-
sible leg, a romance on his tongue, and a
pair of dice in his pocket.

Lor. That will be the most appropriate of
all punishments! Her pride shall be mortified.
She shall make some degrading match.
Maj. Some Sicilian Quack.
All. [murmur] Sicilian!
Col. Or French Valet!

Cor. Or English Blacklegs, or-
Maj. No farther Westward2), Sir, if you
[Stopping him.
[Haughtily. Cor. But where are we to find this im-

Maj. But what? By St. Patrick, Captain, please. I don't comprehend.

Lor. I never expected that you would, Ma- postor? jor O'Shannon. [To the Rest]-Unfortunate- Maj. Ha, ha, ha! Sweet simplicity of youth! ly, all the world are not so accessible to find an impostor? Why, man, you'll find conviction. The venerable lady of the man-him in ninety-nine out of a hundred, and sion's last words to me were, that she would that of the best company. But I'll find him not suffer a daughter of hers to marry any for you within a hundred yards of this spot. Trooper of us all.

All Trooper! [In various Irritation]
Col. Beelzebub! Trooper?

[Toge-
ther.]

Cor. Muffs and meerschaums!
Mai. By the glory of the Twentieth!
Lor. Gentlemen of the Twentieth-that was
the very word.

Maj. I'll go instantly, and challenge the whole house, from the Count to the kitchen maid.

Cor. Let us send all the farriers to shoe the horses in front of these parvenus; we'll hammer them deaf.

Col. Or order the trumpeters to practise six hours a night under their balcony.

[Laughing.

Cor. Or, to take signal vengeanceMaj. Aye, to exterminate the whole neighbourhood

You know my friend is governor of the jail;
I beg his Generalship's pardon, of the Castle.
Col. The jail is in the next street, I think.
Let us go there directly, and pick out a rogue
for our purpose.

Lor. He must not be a ruffian; I will not have her insulted; the fellow must be decent.

Maj. My love, he shall be magnificent; as fine as a Duke, or a Drum-Major. He shall be as full of fuss and feathers as a new laid Aidede-Camp.

Lor. It shall be so. Her pride shall be her shame. I could disdain myself for wasting a thought upon them! a race of weak, presumptuous, purseproud

Col. But the direct offence,—a little coquetry, a little female tyranny?

Cor. Both as natural to the sex as lips and eyes. Lor. My dear Pistrucci, [To the Colonel] Cor. No man has it more in his power don't ask me any farther. The matter is too than yourself, Major;-sing them one of your ridiculous, considering what they were. -national melodies. thing less than-Yet why should I not say it? nothing less than my want of noble birthof family—

No

[They laugh, the Colonel pacifies the Major] Col. What kind of existence 2) is this dangerous jilt? Have you seen her, gentlemen? Col. Poh! They are a family of fools. A Maj. I have a hundred times. She was soldier's noblest pedigree is his honour. Let always on parade when I was officer of the him look to posterity. day. A tough affair, with a vinegar visage; a compound of

Cor. Her old father's cellars.
Col. A claret complexion.
Maj. Blue-ruin lips3).

Cor. Tongue thick as Tokay.

1) There is an English regiment called the Oxford blues.
2) Being.
5) Hollands gin.

Maj. Aye, to posterity. Let him make his forefathers out of that. What business has a soldier to be looking behind him; by the glory of the Twentieth

1) The Cape of Good Hope. We remember the Hottentot Venus.

2) Farther westward would be towards Ireland, the Major's country.

Cor. To the jail, to the jail. I shall take Laz. Here, Master, I give you "Success to remorseless vengeance. The affair's regimen- the law."

[Drinks.

tal; the whole Corps has been insulted most Jail. Why, Lazaro, that toast's against trade; superlatively Trooper! Muffs and meer- for if there were no rogues, there would be schaums! no jails.

Lor. Yet, upon second thoughts-I-should rather

Col. What, man! relenting, retracting?
Cor. You are pledged from frill to fetlock.
Maj. He's at the lady's feet within this half
hour. Who'll take ten to one?

Laz. Aye, Master, but for one rogue that the law frightens, it makes twenty.

Jail. Ha! ba! here then's "Success to the law," you sly old politician.

Laz. Politician! Lord, Sir, don't take away my character. But will you look at this paper. Lor. Never; by all that's manly, never. I [Gives him a Letter abjure the sex. Do as you will for me. I will Jail. Eh, what? "Admit," "prisoners." never look at one of them with complacency [Reads]-The Major's hand: let them in, by again. I must leave you now. I will rejoin all means. [Lazaro goes]--That fellow has you at the jail. All have been insulted, and been bribed by the Major: I know it. But I-Women!-compounds of vanity, perfidy, we heads of departments must overlook those pride! My brain, my brain! [He rushes out. things now and then; he'll do as much for Cor. Envy, hatred, malice.— me another time. [Noise of Chains falling] Here they are, sad dogs; our morals will be ruined.

Maj. Well, we can match them in censoriousness, at least, Cornet. Poh, poh! The only way for a man of honour to look at a pretty woman's faults, is to shut his eyes 1).

Col. Now, to find our scapegrace. Maj. To be sure; quick as an Irish quarrel, Colonel. To the jail, gentlemen.

Cor. To the jail-If it must be so,-and yet-Diavolo! 'twill soil my spurs. I'd rather be tried by a court-martial of old women. Maj. Aye, Cornet, every one by his peers 2). -By the glory of the Twentieth!

[Exeunt, laughing.

SCENE II. -A Hall in the Jail.-Night. The JAILOR comes in. He calls. Jail. Ho! Lazaro! lock up, lock up; make haste, bring me those keys. Let the prisoners have their water: I love to treat the dogs well. And, d'ye see, let me have my wine. [He sings.

For let who will swing,

Your Jailor's a King.

The COLONEL, MAJOR, and CORNET come in; LAZARO leading them, with a Lantern.

Laz. [Outside]-This way, gentlemen; keep clear of the blackhole,-have a care of the rope :-this way, gentlemen.

Cor. Where are we, fellow? This is "darkness visible". -a cavern- an absolute mine. Muffs and meerschaums!

Jail. Aye, Master Officer, we have a few deep1) ones here, and of the first families too-ha, ha, ha!

Maj. [Advancing]-Gentlemen! let me introduce you to Signior Jeronimo Stiletto, the guardian angel of Palermo, the author of half its virtues; a gentleman at the head of his profession, I assure you. Signior, we wish to see a parade of your best ruffians.

Jail. By all means, Major;-Lazaro, give the word within. [Lazaro goes] Ah, Major, you're in luck-never had a fuller calendar, [He sits at the Table] No; your king is-prospect of a glorious session! not to be compared to your jailor; for my [The Prisoners come in, with Lazaro; the subjects never mutiny; my will is the law; Jailor ranges, and displays them.] and as long as there's virtue in iron, I have There, gentlemen of the Hussars, there's a all my Commons within a ring fence. La- turn out:-right face, rascal!—and a fine burgzaro, I say. [Lazaro comes in with a Fla-lary face too. gon]. Sit down. you old rogue, and fill me, a cup. [Drinks] Bright as a ruby! Now, Master Turnkey, do you think we could do this, if we had a brace of wives after us? By no means, Master Lazaro-fill, fill! JAILOR [sings].

For your bachelor's happy,
And o'er his brown nappy

He'll drink down the sun and the moon, brave]

boys;

But the husband's a wretch,
That longs for Jack Ketch,
And a rope's end can't ease him too soon,
brave boys,

And a rope's end can't ease him too soon!
Laz. Master, here's a whole mob of officers
outside, roaring away to get in.

Jail. To get into jail? Well, likely enough they may, all in good time; but not to-night. I'll not have my lambs disturbed for any of ficers unbang'd-fill yourself a glass, and give [They fill.

me a toast.

1) A good Irish bull, or blunder. 2) Equals.

[Showing a Prisoner. Col. Capital; broad, bold and bloodletting. Jail. There's a handsome petty larcenyshy as a cat. [Showing a Prisoner. Cor. Exquisitely thievish-felony to the tips of his fingers.

Maj. A Noah's ark; a gathering of all the unclean. [To one of the Prisoners] Pray what brought you here, my lad?

1st Pri. My morality. I was a gambler, grew ashamed of my profession, and took to the road 2).

Cor. The road! exquisite―mended your ways. Turned Field Officer, you hear, Major. And you, my coy friend?" [To a Pri. 2d Pri. I was a money dealer; jobbed in the funds.

Maj. From the stocks) to the jail-the course of nature.

Col. [To a third]-And you, Sir, were, presume, not quite immaculate-a thorough rogue?

1) A cunning fellow.

2) Turned highway-robber.

3) Stocks, the funds; and stocks, a punishment.

3d Pri. I was a contractor. Cor. Conviction, in a word. Maj. These are poor devils. Have you nothing better; nothing more showy, nothing highercrested, Signior Jeronimo?

Jail. Better! I hope you don't mean to hurt my feelings, Major. Nothing better! never had a finer family since

Tor. I knew it; ardent spirits; every soul of them-seizers1).

Maj. Caesars! Well done. This is our man-[To the Hussars]-I like the fellowhe's the freshest rascal!

Tor. Jailor, I will not be disturbed for any my house; man. Why am I brought out before these, -fellows in livery? This gaol is

Cor. Billiards and the brogue1) came into my freehold; my goods and chattels. My very straw's my own; untouchable, but by fashion, Major O'Shannon.

Maj. Hazard and high life will do just as myself-and the rats.

well, Cornet Count Carmine.

[Imitating.

Maj. Here's a freeholder! Col. With a vote for the galleys. Jail. [Pondering]-Yet, what was I thinkTor. [Turning to the Prisoners, haraning of? there's one, a famous fellow, a first rate-brought in last night-an old acquaint-gues burlesquely]-Gentlemen of the jail

ance-the most dashing dog about town-a tip-top-gallant; a supernaculum.

Col. Out with him at once, were he the Grand Turk.

[Prisoners cheer.

Col. A decided speech! Muffs and Cor. Out of the orator's way! meerschaums! [The Prisoners lift Torrento on a Bench, laughing and clamouring. Maj. Show your lion. Turn him out of Tor. [Haranguing]-Are we to suffer ourhis cage. Cor. Yes, if he be not-indelicately ragged. selves to be molested in our retirement, in [Lazaro goes,-a Noise is heard within. our domestic circle; in the loveliness of our Jail. Now, he's coming; but take care, private lives; in our otium cum dignitate? stand back, gentlemen. He's a desperate dog; Gentlemen of the jail! [Cheering]-Is not fierce as a tiger. Last night he broke the our residence here for our country's good? heads of the whole patrol. Here he comes, [Cheering]-Would it not be well for the country if ten times as many, that hold their in full roar. [Torrento, with his dress torn from the heads high, outside these walls, were now inlast night's riot, is dragged in by the side them?- [Cheering]-I scorn to appeal Turnkeys-he resists, clamouring outside to your passions, but shall we suffer our honourable straw, our venerable bread and as he comes.] Tor. Why, you scoundrels, you renega- water, our virtuous slumbers, and our useful does, you dogs in office-what's this for? To days, to be invaded, crushed, and calcitrated, be dragged out of my first sleep in my dun- by the iron boot-heel of arrogance and auda geon, to look in the faces of such a confound-city? [Cheering]-No! freedom is like the air we breathe, without it we die!-No! every edly ugly set of cannibals.

1

Jail. Bring him along. [He is forced in. man's cell is his castle. By the law, we live Tor. [Continuing to Struggle] - Cannot here; and should not all that live by the law, I sleep, or starve as I like? I'll blow up the die by the law?-Now, gentlemen, a geneprison. I'll massacre the jailor. I'll do worse ral cheer! here's Liberty, Property, and Purity of principle! Gentlemen of the jail!-I'll let the law loose on you-Villains. [They carry him round the Hall. Loud Cheering. Jail. Poh! Master Torrento, you need not be in such a passion. You used to have no Jail. Out with ye, ye dogs! No rioting! objection to good company-ha, ha, ha! He has been moulting his feathers a little last Turnkeys [Calls]-The black hole, and double [To the Hussars. irons. [He drives them off, and follows them. night. Cor. A dungeon-Demosthenes! Muffs and Tor. Company-Banditti! Who are those meerschaums. fellows? Are they all hangmen? [Looking at the Hussars. Maj. A mighty handsome idea, by the glory [Laughing. of the Twentieth.

Col. Sirrah! you must see that we are of ficers. Take care.

Maj. A regular 2) field preacher, on my conscience.

Coi. [To Tor.]-So then, we must not fix our head-quarters here.

Tor. Confound me if I care, if your headTor. Officers!-aye, sheriff's Officers. Ho-quarters and all your other quarters were nest housekeepers, with very rascally coun-fixed here.

tenances.

Cor. Muffs and meerschaums!-Very inpudently conjectured.

Tor. Well then, parish Officers! Hunters of brats, beggars, and light bread. Maj.[Laughing]-Another guess for your life. Col. Insolence! Sirrah, we are in Ilis Majesty's service.

Col. No insolence, Sir. What are you? [Haughtily. Tor. A gentleman. Cor. Psha! every body's a gentleman now. Col. Aye, that accounts for the vices of the age.

Tor. A gentleman, Sir, by the old title of liking pleasure more than trouble; play more than money; love more than marriage; fightTor. Oh! I understand-Custom-house Of-ing more than either; and any thing more than the unparalleled impudence of your quesficers. Tubs, tabacco, and thermometers. [They murmur. tions. Maj. Sirrah! do you mean this to me? Cor. Cut off the scoundrel's head! * [Half drawing his Sabre. I'l—

1) The Irish have a peculiar accent in speaking English:
they pronounce some of the letters very strangely, and
this is called the brogue,

Tor. Aye, Sirrah! and to every honourable

1) Excise Officers.

2) The word regular is sometimes slang for complete. 93

person present. I never drink a health with- say? [To the Major]-I will reconnoitre the out sending the toast round. In matiers of lady. contempt, I make it a point of honour to be Lor. You shall have five hundred crowns! impartial. Maj. The Governor will take my word for Col. [To Tor.]-Be quiet, fellow. [To the your re-appearance, and I shall rely upon Major-Are you hit, Major? ha, ha, ha! We yours-with proper attendance. [Aside. have a service for you. [To Torrento. Tor. Undoubtedly. I shall be tired of the Cor. On the staff,1) 'pon honour. world; that is, of fools and fresh air, in half Tor. A constable. [Contemptuously. the time. But if you catch me here againCol. A constable of France, if you like. You [Aside. shall be major, colonel, or general, just as you Lor. [To the Hussars]-Can we trust this please. You shall have a week's liberty, and fellow?-Who are you? [To Torrents. five hundred crowns for your campaign. Tor. By St. Agatha, I don't know. I may

Tor. A general! What high-road am I to be the son of a king or a cobbler, for any invade? Look ye, Sirs, I am a soldier: un- thing I can tell. I am at this hour without lucky a little, I own.-1 am here for running purse, profession, or prospect. A sort of halfa puppy through the lungs, who insulted me. pay animal on the muster-roll of human nature. [Looking at the Cornet] But whatever comes Cor. How did the dog escape suspension of that affair, I will do nothing further to dis- so long? grace my cloth.

Cor. Considering present appearances, it would be superlatively difficult.

Maj. To retrieve your character, you must turn your coat, my dear.

Tor. To your business, to your business; whose throat am I

Maj. You must marry a prodigiously fine woman; young, and so forth.

Cor. Lead to "The Hymeneal Altar." "Hap-
py man, blushing bride," 2) and so forth.
Col. Rich besides-worth a plum.
Cor. The Grocer!-Worth a great_many,
I dare say.

Lor. No equivocation, Sir. You have served? Was it in the Sicilian?

Tor. Yes, in every service in its turn. I smoked my first campaign in Algiers; fiddled my second in Italy; quadrilled my third in France; and diced, drank, boxed and billiarded my fourth in England; and to this hour I cannot tell in which of them all-Impudence is the best talent-a Lie the most current coin -or Canting the most in fashion.

Cor. Surprising-you did'nt make your fortune.

achery?

Lor. I cannot think of this insult, with com[Aside. mon calmness. Victoria, Victoria! [He takes Tor. Is that the affair? Good night to you, out a Miniature]-Was this a face for tregentlemen. [Going] I have reasons against it. [The Major takes it. am better engaged. Marry! - when I can Maj. A fine creature. She might make me be hanged any time I like. If it were in Eng- treacherous any day in the week. land, indeed, I could put a rope round her neck-3)

Lor. [Agitated]-I cannot talk of this. I submit all to your disposal; but let her be Cor. To extinguish-Ehtreated gently. She has made life hateful to Tor. What! in a commercial country.-me!-I am ashamed of this weakness. — The No, no.-Sell her, make a quiet house, and pride of her upstart family cannot be too sefive shillings into the bargain. Glorious tri- verely punished. [To Torrento]- Offer her umph of reason! but the slightest insult, and I will hunt you through the world.-Would I were in my grave! [He rushes out. Tor. Gentlemen, there is no time to be lost. My toilette-my toilette!

Cor. A new idea, 'pon honour. A prodigious reconciler to matrimony. England; ah! do I mistake?-the Country, where they make the bank paper and bad port.

Tor. Aye, mermaids and members of parliament.

LORENZO comes in.

Col. Lorenzo at last!

Lor. I beg pardon, -I have been detained by-important business.

Maj. Poh! we understand. Examining whether Old Ventoso's premises are as accessible to you as to the rest of the world. Your wife's to be looked for there, my hero. [To Tor. Tor. Old Ventoso's! A capital expedient to see Leonora. [Aside]-How much did you

1) Staff of a regiment; and the staff of a constable.
2) The usual expressions in an account of a marriage in-
serted in the newspapers.

5) Alluding to the old existing law, intended to put in
the power of the poor man to get rid of a bad wife

to market, when she is sold to the highest bidder;

Cor. The fellow shall have my whole warestablishment. My parade moustaches, my velvet boots, my embroidered toothpicks

Tor. But my stud, my team, gentlemen. A swindler's nothing unless he drives four in hand.

Col. True, true! Major, you can lend him your bays for a day or two.

Cor. Bays!) much more easily lent than one's laurels, Major. [Laughing.

Maj. What, Sir? [The Colonel pacifies him]-I will lend him a sabre as long as the Straits of Gibraltar, and a meerschaum that smokes like Mount Etna;-a devilish deal more smoke than fire-like a young soldier, Cornet,

my

dear.

Col. He shall have my last uniform. Tor. No, Colonel; my morals and my wardas well as the rich one. The woman must consent to robe may have sat light enough upon me, have a rope placed round her neck and to be brought but they shall both sit lighter, before I take and the buyer thus renders himself responsible for the up the abandoned habits of the Hussars. debts of the lady whom he has purchased; while the seller is happily delivered from them; for otherwise the man is always bound to pay his wife's debts, whether they live together or not.

1) Bay-horses, and a crown of honourable bays.

2) The left-off cloaths; and, bad conduct.