'Don't bust! oh you Europeans! After that, let's have a glass of wine!' So saying, he got down from the table, and produced, from a basket outside the door, a bottle of champagne, and three glasses.
'Mr Jefferson Brick, sir,' said the colonel, filling Martin's glass and his own, and pushing the bottle to that gentleman, 'will give us a sentiment.' 'Well, sir!' cried the war correspondent, 'Since you have concluded to call upon me, I will respond.

I will give you, sir, The Rowdy Journal and its brethren; the well of Truth, whose waters are black from being composed of printers' ink, but are quite clear enough for my country to behold the shadow of her Destiny reflected in.' 'Hear, hear!' cried the colonel, with great complacency.

'There are flowery components, sir, in the language of my friend ?' 'Very much so, indeed,' said Martin.
'There is to-day's Rowdy, sir,' observed the colonel, handing him a paper.

'You'll find Jefferson Brick at his usual post in the van of human civilization and moral purity.' The colonel was by this time seated on the table again.

Mr Brick also took up a position on that same piece of furniture; and they fell to drinking pretty hard.