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I bid him to the housekeeper's room to breakfast, wi'ote 

 the report, and gave him a sovereign to speed his 

 return by coach. How many friends that were in that 

 reginient with me are gone, swept off ]jy the hand of 

 time ! I never see Colonel Bentinck now; nor did I 

 use to sit by the side of Colonel Salway in the 

 House of Commons without thinking of many a 

 happy hour. 



Two or three other amusing anecdotes of the 

 Guards, and then hark forward ! When we were 

 quartered at Chatham, it chanced that I much wished 

 to be in the midst of the season for pleasure in 

 London, and, in consequence, as my brother officers 

 resolved among themselves to reuiain and do their 

 duty, they good-naturedly favoured my desire, took my 

 guards, and enabled me to ride backwards and forwards 

 to town on as good a hack as ever was ridden, called 

 Tippetty-whitchet. This I did after every parade, 

 from wliich a very kind commanding officer would not 

 (for ever) excuse me. The late Colonel Sutton was 

 in command, and as almost every officer kept a dog, 

 one day, wlien half a dozen curs were barking at me, 

 Sutton said, good humouredly, " Why, Berkeley, you 

 are so little here, the ver}?" regimental dogs don't 

 know you." Heaven knows there was not niuch 

 society just then, if there ever is, in Chatham, so the 

 dining out of an officer of my reginient was very 

 rare, and the one who did dine out often had some 

 practical or bo3-ish joke plaj^ed on liim. One day, 

 the lot to dine out fell on a friend of mine, when 

 the old choleric and bearded barrack goat was in- 

 ducted into his bedroom, in company with all tlie 

 cur dogs of the barrack }'ard, and tlie barrack- 

 master's cock and hens, which were put to roost on 



