, which are worn now excessive long; and for the hoops,
if you COULD but see them--stap my vitals, my dear, but there was a lady
at Warwick's Assembly (she came in one of my Lord's coaches) who had a
hoop as big as a tent: you might have dined under it comfortably;--ha!
ha! 'pon my faith, now--

CORPORAL. And there we found the Duke of Marlborough seated along with
Marshal Tallard, who was endeavouring to drown his sorrow over a cup of
Johannisberger wine; and a good drink too, my lads, only not to compare
to Warwick beer. "Who was the man who has done this?" said our noble
General. I stepped up. "How many heads was it," says he, "that you cut
off?" "Nineteen," says I, "besides wounding several." When he heard it
(Mr. Hayes, you don't drink) I'm blest if he didn't burst into tears!
"Noble noble fellow," says he. "Marshal, you must excuse me if I am
pleased to hear of the destruction of your countrymen. Noble noble
fellow!--here's a hundred guineas for you." Which sum he placed in my
hand. "Nay," says the Marshal "the man has done his duty:" and, pulling
out a magnificent gold diamond-hilted snuff-box, he gave me--

MR. BULLOCK. What, a goold snuff-box? Wauns, but thee WAST in luck,
Corporal!

CORPORAL. No, not the snuff-box, but--A PINCH OF SNUFF,--ha! ha!--run me
through the body if he didn't. Could you but have seen the smile on
Jack Churchill's grave face at this piece of generosity! So, beckoning
Colonel Cadogan up to him, he pinched his Ear and whispered--

CAPTAIN. "May I have the honour to dance a minuet with your Ladyship?"
The whole room was in titters at Jack's blunder; for, as you know very
well, poor Lady Susan HAS A WOODEN LEG. Ha! ha! fancy a minuet and a
wooden leg, hey, my dear?--

MRS. CATHERINE. Giggle--giggle--giggle: he! he! he! Oh, Captain, you
rogue, you--

SECOND TABLE. Haw! haw! haw! Well you be a foony mon, Sergeant, zure
enoff.

*****

This little specimen of the conversation must be sufficient. It will
show pretty clearly that EACH of the two military commanders was
conducting his operations with perfect success. Three of the detachment
of five attacked by the Corporal surrendered to him: Mr. Bullock,
namely, who gave in at a very early stage of the evening, and
ignominiously laid down his arms under the table, after standing not
more than a dozen volleys of beer; Mr. Blacksmith's boy, and a labourer
whose name we have not been able to learn. Mr. Butcher himself w