A sad change, comrade, from olives and vines to such a climate as this.

Curse the conscription: I intended to have taken a little wife next year." O'Brien gave me a push, as if to say, "Here's something that will do," and then continued,-- "And curse the conscription I say too, for I had just married, and now my wife is left to be annoyed by the attention of the _fermier general_.
But it can't be helped.

_C'est pour la France et pour la gloire_." "We shall be too late to get a billet," replied the other, "and not a sou have I in my pocket.

I doubt if I get up with the main body till they are at Flushing.

By our route, they are at Axel to-day." "If we arrive at St Nicholas, we shall do well," replied O'Brien; "but I have a little money left, and I'll not see a comrade want a supper or a bed who is going to serve his country.