“Coffee, we shall attack them to-night.”
The wise Coffee gives the grunt acquiescent.
“Thank you, Coffee!” says the General.
The council over, Colonel Coffee goes to turn out the troops. This is to be done softly, as a surprise is aimed at.
Now on the dread threshold of battle, Papa Plauche of the “Fathers of Families” is overcome. As the intrepid “Fathers” fall into line, tears fill Papa Plauche's eyes, and he appeals to neighbor St. Geme.
“I am a Frenchman!” cries Papa Plauche, tossing his arms; “I am a Frenchman, and do not fear to die! But, alas! mon St. Geme, I fear I have not the courage to lead the 'Fathers of Families' to slaughter.”
“Hush, Papa Plauche!” returns the good St. Geme, made wretched by the grief of his friend. “Hush! Command yourself! Do not let the wild General hear you; he will not, with his coarse nature, understand such sentiments.”
Captain Roche, of the “Fathers of Families,” steps in front of his company. Striking his breast melodramatically, he sings out:
“Sergeant Roche, advance!”
Sergeant Roche advances.