Lord bless you, Beresford couldn't get on without me!" "Well, Major," said I, "in any case, you certainly take no gloomy nor desponding view of your case." "Not I, boy.

You know what Jeremiah says: 'a merry heart is a continual feast;' and so it is.

I may die of repletion, but they'll never find me starved with sorrow." "And, faith, it's a strange thing!" muttered O'Shaughnessy, thinking aloud; "a most extraordinary thing! An honest fellow would be sure to be hanged; and there's that old rogue, that's been melting down more saints and blessed Virgins than the whole army together, he'll escape.

Ye'll see he will!" "There goes the patrol," said Fred; "we must start." "Leave the sherry, boys; you'll be back again.

I'll have it put up carefully." We could scarcely resist a roar of laughter as we said, "Good-night." "Adieu, Major," said I; "we shall meet soon." So saying, I followed Power and O'Shaughnessy towards their quarters.
"Maurice has done it beautifully!" said Power.