FAT MINISTER.
Hobbernob, Miss—Colonel, I fancy our bonny lasses at home are little short of the three tits—you took at the battle of Malplackuy.
COLONEL.
I can remember yet how they blush'd, when they were set up amongst us youngsters.
FAT MINISTER.
They would be educate in a nunnery.
COLONEL.
She had the most enchanting voice—the one with the dark hair.
ENSIGN.
It was the sweetest evening.