He does! I get half my entertainment from him.' Captain Baskelett was gifted with the art, which is a fine and a precious one, of priceless value in society, and not wanting a benediction upon it in our elegant literature, namely, the art of stripping his fellow-man and so posturing him as to make every movement of the comical wretch puppet-like, constrained, stiff, and foolish.

He could present you heroical actions in that fashion; for example: 'A long-shanked trooper, bearing the name of John Thomas Drew, was crawling along under fire of the batteries.

Out pops old Nevil, tries to get the man on his back.

It won't do.

Nevil insists that it's exactly one of the cases that ought to be, and they remain arguing about it like a pair of nine-pins while the Muscovites are at work with the bowls.
Very well.