I sit with my loins girt and my soul, I hope, shriven.

That is my sermon to you, young sir: a clean breast and no baggage.

I bid you welcome to Minden Cottage!" He drank to me.
"Is it named from the battle of Minden, sir ?" I asked.
"It is, my lad." "Were you there ?" He laughed.

"My father won his captaincy there, in a regiment that mistook orders, charged three lines of cavalry, and broke them one after another.

It also broke a sound maxim of war by charging between flanking batteries.