I've seen the world, Master Dealtry;--the world, and be damned to you!--augh!" "Fie, neighbour, fie! What's the good of profaneness, evil speaking and slandering ?-- 'Oaths are the debts your spendthrift soul must pay; All scores are chalked against the reckoning day.' Just wait a bit, neighbour; wait till I light my pipe." "Tell you what," said the Corporal, after he had communicated from his own pipe the friendly flame to his comrade's; "tell you what--talk nonsense; the commander-in-chief's no Martinet--if we're all right in action, he'll wink at a slip word or two.

Come, no humbug--hold jaw.
D'ye think God would sooner have snivelling fellow like you in his regiment, than a man like me, clean limbed, straight as a dart, six feet one without his shoes!--baugh!" This notion of the Corporal's, by which he would have likened the dominion of Heaven to the King of Prussia's body-guard, and only admitted the elect on account of their inches, so tickled mine host's fancy, that he leaned back in his chair, and indulged in a long, dry, obstreperous cachinnation.

This irreverence mightily displeased the Corporal.

He looked at the little man very sourly, and said in his least smooth accentuation:-- "What--devil--cackling at ?--always grin, grin, grin--giggle, giggle, giggle--psha!" "Why really, neighbour," said Peter, composing himself, "you must let a man laugh now and then." "Man!" said the Corporal; "man's a noble animal! Man's a musquet, primed, loaded, ready to supply a friend or kill a foe--charge not to be wasted on every tom-tit.

But you! not a musquet, but a cracker! noisy, harmless,--can't touch you, but off you go, whizz, pop, bang in one's face!--baugh!" "Well!" said the good-humoured landlord, "I should think Master Aram, the great scholar who lives down the vale yonder, a man quite after your own heart.