'It is indeed a noble and a brilliant sight,' said Mr.Snodgrass, in whose bosom a blaze of poetry was rapidly bursting forth, 'to see the gallant defenders of their country drawn up in brilliant array before its peaceful citizens; their faces beaming--not with warlike ferocity, but with civilised gentleness; their eyes flashing--not with the rude fire of rapine or revenge, but with the soft light of humanity and intelligence.' Mr.Pickwick fully entered into the spirit of this eulogium, but he could not exactly re-echo its terms; for the soft light of intelligence burned rather feebly in the eyes of the warriors, inasmuch as the command 'eyes front' had been given, and all the spectator saw before him was several thousand pair of optics, staring straight forward, wholly divested of any expression whatever.
'We are in a capital situation now,' said Mr.Pickwick, looking round him.

The crowd had gradually dispersed in their immediate vicinity, and they were nearly alone.
'Capital!' echoed both Mr.Snodgrass and Mr.Winkle.
'What are they doing now ?' inquired Mr.Pickwick, adjusting his spectacles.
'I--I--rather think,' said Mr.Winkle, changing colour--'I rather think they're going to fire.' 'Nonsense,' said Mr.Pickwick hastily.
'I--I--really think they are,' urged Mr.Snodgrass, somewhat alarmed.
'Impossible,' replied Mr.Pickwick.He had hardly uttered the word, when the whole half-dozen regiments levelled their muskets as if they had but one common object, and that object the Pickwickians, and burst forth with the most awful and tremendous discharge that ever shook the earth to its centres, or an elderly gentleman off his.
It was in this trying situation, exposed to a galling fire of blank cartridges, and harassed by the operations of the military, a fresh body of whom had begun to fall in on the opposite side, that Mr.Pickwick displayed that perfect coolness and self-possession, which are the indispensable accompaniments of a great mind.

He seized Mr.Winkle by the arm, and placing himself between that gentleman and Mr.Snodgrass, earnestly besought them to remember that beyond the possibility of being rendered deaf by the noise, there was no immediate danger to be apprehended from the firing.
'But--but--suppose some of the men should happen to have ball cartridges by mistake,' remonstrated Mr.Winkle, pallid at the supposition he was himself conjuring up.

'I heard something whistle through the air now--so sharp; close to my ear.' 'We had better throw ourselves on our faces, hadn't we ?' said Mr.Snodgrass.
'No, no--it's over now,' said Mr.Pickwick.His lip might quiver, and his cheek might blanch, but no expression of fear or concern escaped the lips of that immortal man.
Mr.Pickwick was right--the firing ceased; but he had scarcely time to congratulate himself on the accuracy of his opinion, when a quick movement was visible in the line; the hoarse shout of the word of command ran along it, and before either of the party could form a guess at the meaning of this new manoeuvre, the whole of the half-dozen regiments, with fixed bayonets, charged at double-quick time down upon the very spot on which Mr.Pickwick and his friends were stationed.

Man is but mortal; and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend.