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times leaky in his lower works. O ! I have often wished the Duchess 

 of St. Falconberg had taken a fancy to the cut of my jib when I used to 

 Philander her about the Steine in old Tommy's time. If I had the com- 

 mand of the " Millionnaire," there should not be one sorrowful-faced sub 

 to be seen, whatever was the colour of his cloth. 



Beau Ben. Nobly said, Jack, my boy ! What messmate ever passes 

 within hail of the parson's gate without being brought-to, and em- 

 bargoed for a bed and bottle as long as he likes to enjoy them ? What 

 sailor or soldier ever left the porch of your dad's hospitable home with- 

 out receiving his reverence's bounty, and leaving behind him the 

 veteran's blessing ? 



Mainbraee. Thank you, Ben, for doing justice to the old 'on who 

 (although /say it) is a regular trump ! ay, Ben, and as hearty as when 

 he boarded us at Plymouth to place little Ned under his godfather, Lord 

 Exmouth, when we were agoing to have a rap at the Algerines j it was 

 the poor boy's first and only voyage : but the old man bore the loss of 

 his last born like a hero. 



Major Claymore. Or a Christian, Mr. Mainbraee. [Solemnly. ,]] 



Mainbraee. As both, major ! (with peculiar animation.) Little Ned 

 behaved like a lad of spirit, and the blunt old admiral wrote such a 

 kind letter to father, that the tear of a parent's pride chased away the 

 tear of a parent's sorrow ! But, Ben, your old friend Tom is come 

 home, sick of mulligatawny, hard marching, and the fears ofhalf-batta 

 he is going to dowse the red coat and take to the black, that the living 

 mayn't go out of the family; and so he ought, poor fellow ! for all the 

 Devil has been worked out of him during the last five years' fagging, 

 and he's as poor as a church mouse. 



Lt. Col. Towlter. Good reasons for turning parson. O ! he '11 do. 



Major Claymore. No talk now of the peerage for Sir Archibald's 

 Burmese services. I always doubted the report ; but if such a thing is 

 to be, I hope the Premier will not put it off from year to year until the 

 intended peer slips through the fingers of royalty, like that gallant spirit 

 of the north, Sir David Baird ! 



Capt. Cleverly. But for whom the Great Captain would now be 

 General Wellesley. 



Lt. Col Towlter If that? 



'Enter landlord and waiter with the bowl, fyc. 



Major Claymore. Now, gentlemen, that we are better primed to do 

 honour to the toast, I'll give you the health of the YOUNG CAPTAIN, but 

 our OLD brother soldier, Captain Kilkenny. 



Omnes. Captain Kilkenny ! health and long life to him ! 



Major Claymore. Now, Kilkenny, may we beg to hear your tuneful 

 warble? Twenty years' service don't much improve the voice or 

 person, but yours is an organ never out of tune, 



Lt. Col. Towlter. Joe, give us the song that brings your country, your 

 name, and yourself always before us give us " the Boys." 



Omnes. " The Boys ! The Boys ! " 



Capt. Kilkenny. (Sings.) 



" The Boys of Kilkenny are sweet roving blades." 



[Concluding with loud cheers from the party 7\ 

 Omnes. Bravo ! bravo ! delightful. 



