But first, let us have a peep at the wounded.

What beautiful anatomists they are in the French artillery! Do you feel the thing I have now in my forceps?
There,--don't jump,--that's a bit of the brachial nerve most beautifully displayed.

Faith, I think I'll give Mike a demonstration." "Oh, Mister Quill, dear! Oh, Doctor, darling!" "Arrah, Mickey, now can't ye be asy ?" sang out Maurice, with a perfect imitation of Mike's voice and manner.
"A little lint here! Bend your arm,--that's it--Don't move your fingers.
Now, Mickey, make me a cup of coffee with a glass of brandy in it.

And now, Charley, for Sparks.

I believe I told you what kind of fellows the Tenth were,--regular out-and-outers.