'It is all vexation,' I said.

And when I became a soldier, what do you suppose prevented my learning ?" "Were your brains shot away, old Nonesuch ?" queried the scholar sarcastically.
"My brains, say you!" the old man cried indignantly.

"And if they had been, Mr.Scholar, I would still have more than you.

No; it was an adventure I had after Austerlitz.

Ah, what a battle was that! I had the good luck there to have this leg that I have not now, carried away by a cannon-ball"-- "Good luck! says he," broke in the youngster.