The unsportsmanlike figure of a staff officer might be observed emerging from a drain, while some neck-or-nothing Irishman, with light infantry wings, was flying at every fence before him, and overturning all in his way.

The rules and regulations of the service prevailed not here; the starred and gartered general, the plumed and aiguilletted colonel obtained but little deference and less mercy from his more humble subaltern.

In fact, I am half disposed to think that many an old grudge of rigid discipline or severe duty met with its retribution here.

More than once have I heard the muttered sentences around me which boded like this,-- "Go the pace, Harry, never flinch it! There's old Colquhoun--take him in the haunches; roll him over!" "See here, boys--watch how I'll scatter the staff--Beg your pardon, General, hope I haven't hurt you.

Turn about--fair play--I have taught _you_ to take up a position now." I need scarcely say there was one whose person was sacred from all such attacks.