Mr. Cashly. Don't fear, Major; I'll take a receipt in full now:—à votre santé.
Major Swordly. Mr. Quartermaster Sharp, you should keep to the allowance,—come, fill!
Mr. Sharp. I assure you, Major, I like a full ration.
Dr. Slaughtery. So do we all; and if we go out again, Sharp, my boy, we'll keep you to your word.
Mr. Sharp. I don't care how soon this may happen; another campaign would do the regiment no harm, particularly as regards these young subalterns here.
Ensign Steel. Heaven grant we may have another breeze!
Major Mc Rocket. Tak care, mun; it may come a bit too soon.
Ensign Steel. No, Major, not a minute too soon. I don't like home service; give me the field. I wish I had it in my power to volunteer to-night for the storming of a breach at daybreak.
Capt. Ball. You might have too much of that too, my boy; like young O'Connel, a lad of about eighteen—your own age. He volunteered on the storming-party at Badajoz, for his ensigncy in the 59th, and escaped; he then volunteered on the storming of Ciudad Rodrigo, and there also escaped,—got his Lieutenancy. Again, at the storming of St. Sebastian he would volunteer, against the advice of all his brother officers. God knows! to have stormed twice as he had done, was enough for any one, but he was determined, and like a hero mounted the breach.
Capt. Killdragon. I saw him that day almost at the head of the column, smiling with as much confidence as if he thought the balls knew him and would run away from him.