PHILOSOPHIC.
To prophesy the future would
Bring more of evil than of good;
So let us thank our lucky stars
That no such gift our wisdom mars.
The Irish soldier seems to furnish the story-teller with many an anecdote. The following incident is said to have occurred at the battle of Fontenoy, when the great Saxe was the marshal in command.
"The password is 'Saxe,'" said the officer of the guard, as he sent off an Irish trooper with a message; "don't forget the word."
"Sure I won't, sir," was the reply. "Sacks—my father was a miller."
When he came to the sentinel and was challenged, the Irishman looked wise, and whispered,
"'Bags,' you spalpeen; let me through!"