In later years mamma disapproved, but there is (may I confess it ?) this to be said for war, that beneath its awful frown--under cover of what I may venture to call the shaking of its gory locks--you can do a heap of things you wouldn't dream of under ordinary circumstances.

Life, though more precarious, becomes distinctly less artificial.

Two years ago, for instance, lulled in a false security by the so-called Peace of Amiens, I should as soon have thought of flying through the air." "Has it occurred to you," Miss Pescod suggested, "what might happen if the Corsican, taking advantage to-night of our dear Major's temporary absence--" "Don't!" Miss Sally interrupted with a shiver.

"Oh, decidedly I shall go to Lerryn to-night! On second thoughts it would be only proper." On the dark waters below them, beyond the Quay, a hoarse military voice gave the command to "Give way!" One by one on the fast-dropping tide the boats, keeping good order, headed for the harbour's mouth.

The Major led.