Did you ever see anything half so tipsy as the crossing of that _t ?_" "Read it.

Read it out, Fred!" Tuesday Evening.
Dear Power,--I'm in such a scrape! Come up and see me at once, bring a little sherry with you, and we'll talk over what's to be done.
Yours ever, B.MONSOON.
Quarter-General.
We resolved to finish our evening with the major; so that, each having armed himself with a bottle or two, and the remnants of our supper, we set out towards his quarters, under the guidance of the orderly.

After a sharp walk of half an hour, we reached a small hut, where two sentries of the Eighty-eighth were posted at the door.
O'Shaughnessy procured admittance for us, and in we went.

At a small table, lighted by a thin tallow candle, sat old Monsoon, who, the weather being hot, had neither coat nor wig on; an old cracked china tea-pot, in which as we found afterwards he had mixed a little grog, stood before him, and a large mass of papers lay scattered around on every side,--he himself being occupied in poring over their contents, and taking occasional draughts from his uncouth goblet.
As we entered noiselessly, he never perceived us, but continued to mumble over, in a low tone, from the documents before him:-- "Upon my life, it's like a dream to me! What infernal stuff this brandy is!" CHARGE No.

8 .-- For conduct highly unbecoming an officer and a gentleman, in forcing the cellar of the San Nicholas convent at Banos, taking large quantities of wine therefrom, and subsequently compelling the prior to dance a bolero, thus creating a riot, and tending to destroy the harmony between the British and the Portuguese, so strongly inculcated to be preserved by the general orders.
"Destroy the harmony! Bless their hearts! How little they know of it! I've never passed a jollier night in the Peninsula! The prior's a trump, and as for the bolero, he _would_ dance it.