The ridiculous balance made him wilfully oblivious that he had seen his name of late eulogized in articles and in books for the right martial qualities.

Can a country treating a good soldier--not serving it for pay--in so scurvy a fashion, be struck too hard with our disdain?
One cannot tell it in too plain a language how one despises its laws, its moralities, its sham of society.

The Club, some choice anecdotists, two or three listeners to his dolences clothed as diatribes; a rubber, and the sight of his girl at home, composed, with a week's shooting now and then, his round of life now that she refused to travel.

What a life for a soldier in his vigour.

Weyburn was honoured by the earl's company on the walk to Chiallo's.