It came just as the moon rose in her silver splendor, and ere the rocket-stick fell quivering to the earth at the feet of General Picton and Sir Lowry Cole, who were at their posts at the head of the storming-parties, nine hundred and ninety nine guns in position opened their fire from our batteries, which were answered by a tremendous canonnade from the fort.
"Who's going to dance ?" said the Doctor: "the ball's begun.

Ha! there goes poor Jack Delamere's head off! The ball chose a soft one, anyhow.
Come here, Tim, till I mend your leg.

Your wife has need only knit half as many stockings next year, Doolan my boy.

Faix! there goes a big one had wellnigh stopped my talking: bedad! it has snuffed the feather off my cocked hat!" In this way, with eighty-four-pounders roaring over us like hail, the undaunted little Doctor pursued his jokes and his duty.

That he had a feeling heart, all who served with him knew, and none more so than Philip Fogarty, the humble writer of this tale of war.
Our embrasure was luckily bomb-proof, and the detachment of the Onety-oneth under my orders suffered comparatively little.