I had a cousin a linen-draper, well-to-do, but very ugly.

He had drawn a good number, and sympathized when they thumped me.

"To thee, my cousin," I said, "to thee, in whose veins flows the blue blood of our heroic grandparent, to thee I consign Annette.

Watch over her whilst I hunt for glory in the bloody field." '"Make your mind easy," said he; "I will." As the sequel shows, he did! 'I went.

I lived in barracks on black soup.