"Eat a bit o' currie-bhaut,"-- and she thrust the dish towards me, securing a heap as it passed.

"What! Gagy my boy, how do, how do ?" said the fat Colonel.

"What! run through the body ?--got well again--have some Hodgson--run through your body too!"-- and at this, I may say, coarse joke (alluding to the fact that in these hot climates the ale oozes out as it were from the pores of the skin) old Jowler laughed: a host of swarthy chobdars, kitmatgars, sices, consomahs, and bobbychies laughed too, as they provided me, unasked, with the grateful fluid.

Swallowing six tumblers of it, I paused nervously for a moment, and then said-- "Bobbachy, consomah, ballybaloo hoga." The black ruffians took the hint and retired.
"Colonel and Mrs.Jowler," said I solemnly, "we are alone; and you, Miss Jowler, you are alone too; that is--I mean--I take this opportunity to--( another glass of ale, if you please)--to express, once for all, before departing on a dangerous campaign"-- (Julia turned pale)--"before entering, I say, upon a war which may stretch in the dust my high-raised hopes and me, to express my hopes while life still remains to me, and to declare in the face of heaven, earth, and Colonel Jowler, that I love you, Julia!" The Colonel, astonished, let fall a steel fork, which stuck quivering for some minutes in the calf of my leg; but I heeded not the paltry interruption.

"Yes, by yon bright heaven," continued I, "I love you, Julia! I respect my commander, I esteem your excellent and beauteous mother; tell me, before I leave you, if I may hope for a return of my affection.