"Attention, young woman." "Oh, dear! oh, dear! yes, sir." "A French soldier is a man who carries France in his heart"-- "But if the cruel foreign soldiers kill him?
Oh!" "Why, in that case, he does not care a straw.

Every man must die; horses likewise, and dogs, and donkeys, when they come to the end of their troubles; but dogs and donkeys and chaps in blouses can't die gloriously; as Dard may, if he has any luck at all: so, from this hour, if there was twice as little of him, be proud of him, for from this time he is a part of France and her renown.

Come, recruit ninety-nine, shoulder your traps at duty's call, and let us go forth in form.
Attention! Quick--march! Halt! is that the way I showed you to march?
Didn't I tell you to start from the left?
Now try again.

QUICK--march! left--right--left--right--left--right--NOW you've--GOT it--DRAT ye,--KEEP it--left--right--left--right--left--right." And with no more ado the sergeant marched the little odd-job man to the wars.
VIVE LA FRANCE!.