Capital," the Colonel whispered to his neighbour.
Mr.Binnie struck up the "Laird of Cockpen," without, I am bound to say, the least reluctance.

He bobbed to one man, and he winked to another, and he tossed his glass, and gave all the points of his song in a manner which did credit to his simplicity and his humour.

You haughty Southerners little know how a jolly Scotch gentleman can desipere in loco, and how he chirrups over his honest cups.

I do not say whether it was with the song or with Mr.Binnie that we were most amused.

It was a good commonty, as Christopher Sly says; nor were we sorry when it was done.
Him the first mate succeeded; after which came a song from the redoubted F.Bayham, which he sang with a bass voice which Lablache might envy, and of which the chorus was frantically sung by the whole company.