Henry laughed heartily, and so did Uncle Nathan; though, to tell the truth, our moralist of the North was sorry to see his companion hand the man a "bit" to drink with, for he was a member of the temperance society.
Pat got the "smile," and with a grateful heart returned to his patron.
"Thank your honor, kindly," said Pat.
"Now tell me, Pat, what regiment you served in," said Henry.
"In the first Pennsylvanians,—Captain Farrell's company."
"Captain Farrell's! I knew him well,—a fine fellow and a gallant officer! Many were the tears shed when the vomito carried him off," said Henry, with much feeling. "And you were one of his company?"
"Troth, I was, thin. He was every inch a sodger and a gintleman."
"And the box you brought on board contains his remains?"
"Upon me sowl it contains the body of as good a man as iver breathed the breath o' life," replied Pat, very emphatically.
"Very true. You speak well of your captain, and he deserved all he will ever get of praise. Here, Pat, is a dollar for you; and if you want anything, come to me."