It was the very which-ing hour of the night when the general and myself left the glittering scene, and we had to ask several patrols "which" way to go.
On parting with my comrade-in-arms, says I:
"General, the ball is a success."
He looked at me in three winks, and says he:
"It was a success—particularly the bowl of punch!"
Yours, for soda-water,
Orpheus C. Kerr.
LETTER XXXI.
TREATING OF THE GREAT MILITARY ANACONDA, AND THE MODERN XANTIPPE.