Of course it goes no further.

The commander-in-chief, long life to him! is a glorious fellow; but he has no more idea of a joke than the Archbishop of Canterbury, and it might chance to reach him." "Recount, and fear not!" cried Power; "we are discreet as the worshipful company of apothecaries." "But you forget you are to lead the way." "Here goes, then," said the jolly captain; "not that the story has any merit in it, but the moral is beautiful.
"Ireland, to be sure, is a beautiful country; but somehow it would prove a very dull one to be quartered in, if it were not that the people seem to have a natural taste for the army.

From the belle of Merrion Square down to the inn-keeper's daughter in Tralee, the loveliest part of the creation seem to have a perfect appreciation of our high acquirements and advantages; and in no other part of the globe, the Tonga Islands included, is a red-coat more in favor.

To be sure, they would be very ungrateful if it were not the case; for we, upon our side, leave no stone unturned to make ourselves agreeable.

We ride, drink, play, and make love to the ladies from Fairhead to Killarney, in a way greatly calculated to render us popular; and as far as making the time pass pleasantly, we are the boys for the 'greatest happiness' principle.