XIX
‘“I know that life’s worth keeping.”—Ay, so it is, lad; so it is!—
“But my life belongs to a woman.”—Does that mean Her Majesty, Miss?—
“These Russians came lumping and grinning: they’re fierce at it, though they are blocks.
Our fellows were pretty well pumped, and looked sharp for the little French cocks.
Lord, didn’t we pray for their crowing! when over us, on the hill-top,
Behold the first line of them skipping, like kangaroos seen on the hop.