lyan's face as he
tried to follow Mr. Howe in the lengthy harangue.

The band afterwards played "Hail Columbia," which was the signal for
Captain Hawkins to respond. The American thanked the Commander and
Officers of H. M. 52nd Regt. for the marked hospitality and courtesy
extended to him during his stay. Alluding to the feeling of
dissatisfaction existing between the sister nations, he hoped to see a
firmer footing established between them; and all former animosities
wiped out forever. These and other like sentiments called forth loud
applause, the band playing "The Star Spangled Banner." Speech followed
toast and song until the hours wore on unheeded. Lest it might be
considered an absurdity, we will not say how many toasts were
actually made--not in water, either, on this occasion. The strongest
proof of this fact was found in the dozens of empty bottles lying
scattered in profusion upon sideboards, tables and floors, the following
morning, as servants looked on in dismay. The task of removal is no
slight task. Before the company breaks up let us take another glance at
Lieutenant Trevelyan. In respect to his superiors the young gentleman
still remained as one of the company. Though twenty-one years had
lightly passed over our young friend and favourite, one would not judge
that he was more than eighteen. His smooth and beardless face had the
delicate bloom of a young and pretty girl. Dimples nestled in his cheeks
playing hide and seek to the various emotions of the owner. Guy
Trevelyan had not mastered his feelings during the "hurly burly," as
firmly as was his wont. Relapsing into an existence half reality, half
dreamlike, he was striving to divine the true state of his thoughts when
called upon by Sir Thomas Tilden. "Here is Lieutenant Trevelyan, the
Adonis of our Regiment, whom we cannot accuse of a breach of impropriety
to-night, except it be that of reserve." "Come now, Trevelyan, you are
in for a song," exclaimed a dozen voices, pressing around the young
Lieutenant, in noisy appeals. Contrary to their expectations, Trevelyan
did favor the company with a patriotic song, which drew forth stirring
applause and made him the hero of the evening. "Well done, my hearty,"
exclaimed Captain Hawley, slapping him on the shoulders, shouting
lustily, "Hurrah for Trevelyan, hip, hip, hurrah for Trevelyan." "Eh,
old chum," muttered Lieutenant Landon, in incoherent and rambling
speech, about "faint heart and fair lady." "As co