The _honour_ of having a command is all very well, but the trouble and worry are unspeakable.

Besides, I had such a set under me that it was enough to rile the sweetest tempered man.
Volunteers may be very well in their way.

I doubt not their efficiency in repelling an attack in their own country.

But defend me from ever again commanding a brigade of English volunteers in a foreign country.
As to the officers, many were most mutinous, and some something worse.
Thank goodness the brigade is at an end.

All I now wait for is the settlement of the accounts.