The joke was soon carried to the Commander of the forces, and his Lordship, with the best humour in the world, changed Thompson's route, and took him off the infernal duty to which he had previously ordered him.
NIGHTS IN THE GUARD-HOUSE.
No. II.
“Hoo' comes it, that ye ha' got an' extra guard the naight, Mulligan—Eh?”
“Musha 'pon my sowl, Sargeant M'Fadgen, it's becaise the Captain ordthered it.”
“Poh! mun, I ken that weel; but the Captain wonna gi' ye a guard for naething, wad he?”
“No, faith! it's something to me; for I've had three this week before; that is, three nights out o' bed in my reglar juty; so isn't it something to be ordthered another night by way o' recreation?”
“Aweel, but what ha' ye been doin, lad?”
“Faith! I was doin' nothing at all; an' it was for that I got my guard.”