[Charles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon Volume 1 (of 2) by Charles Lever]@TWC D-Link bookCharles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon Volume 1 (of 2) CHAPTER XX 9/12
Mansfield, one of the wildest young fellows in the regiment, had vowed that the leave-taking should be commemorated by some very decisive and open expressions of our feelings, and had already made some progress in arrangements for blowing up the great bell, which had more than once obtruded upon our morning convivialities; but he was overruled by his more discreet associates, and we at length assumed our places at table, in the midst of which stood a _hecatomb_ of all my college equipments, cap, gown, bands, etc.
A funeral pile of classics was arrayed upon the hearth, surmounted by my "Book on the Cellar," and a punishment-roll waved its length, like a banner, over the doomed heroes of Greece and Rome. It is seldom that any very determined attempt to be gay _par excellence_ has a perfect success, but certainly upon this evening ours had.
Songs, good stories, speeches, toasts, high visions of the campaign before us, the wild excitement which such a meeting cannot be free from, gradually, as the wine passed from hand to hand, seized upon all, and about four in the morning, such was the uproar we caused, and so terrific the noise of our proceedings, that the accumulated force of porters, sent one by one to demand admission, was now a formidable body at the door, and Mike at last came in to assure us that the bursar,--the most dread official of all collegians,--was without, and insisted, with a threat of his heaviest displeasure in case of refusal, that the door should be opened. A committee of the whole house immediately sat upon the question; and it was at length resolved, _nemine contradicente_, that the request should be complied with.
A fresh bowl of punch, in honor of our expected guest, was immediately concocted, a new broil put on the gridiron, and having seated ourselves with as great a semblance of decorum as four bottles a man admits of, Curtis the junior captain, being most drunk, was deputed to receive the bursar at the door, and introduce him to our august presence. Mike's instructions were, that immediately on Dr.Stone the bursar entering, the door was to be slammed to, and none of his followers admitted.
This done, the doctor was to be ushered in and left to our polite attentions. A fresh thundering from without scarcely left time for further deliberation; and at last Curtis moved towards the door in execution of his mission. "Is there any one there ?" said Mike, in a tone of most unsophisticated innocence, to a rapping that, having lasted three quarters of an hour, threatened now to break in the panel.
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