How, invariably, by-the-bye, is it the custom to show one's appreciation of anything like a butt by pressing him for a song! The major was in great spirits; told us anecdotes of his early life in India, and how he once contracted to supply the troops with milk, and made a purchase, in consequence, of some score of cattle, which turned out to be bullocks.

Matilda recited some lines from Pope in my ear.

Fanny challenged Burton to a rowing match.

Sparks listened to all around him, and Mrs.
Dalrymple mixed a very little weak punch, which Dr.Lucas had recommended to her to take the last thing at night,--_Noctes coenoeque_ etc.

Say what you will, these were very jovial little _reunions_.