. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . f their malady thatwhen one takes to his peculiar flight, whatever it be, theothers immediately take the hint and go off at score. Hencemy agreeable adventure : the Bengal tiger being a Liverpoolmerchant, and the most vivacious madman in England;while the hour-glass and the Moulah were both on anexperimental tour to see whether they should not be pro-nounced totally incurable for life. ^ And Isabella ? inquired Power. Ah, poor Isabella had been driven mad by a card-playingaunt at Bath, and was in fact the most hopeless case last words I heard h
. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . f their malady thatwhen one takes to his peculiar flight, whatever it be, theothers immediately take the hint and go off at score. Hencemy agreeable adventure : the Bengal tiger being a Liverpoolmerchant, and the most vivacious madman in England;while the hour-glass and the Moulah were both on anexperimental tour to see whether they should not be pro-nounced totally incurable for life. ^ And Isabella ? inquired Power. Ah, poor Isabella had been driven mad by a card-playingaunt at Bath, and was in fact the most hopeless case last words I heard her speak confirmed my mournfulimpression of her case, — Yes, said she, as they removed her to her carriage, Imust, indeed, have but a weak intellect, when I could havetaken the nephew of a Manchester cotton-spinner, with aface like a printed calico, for a trump card, and the best inthe pack! ? Poor Sparks uttered these last words with a falteringaccent, and finishing his glass at one draught withdrewVv^ithout wishing us CHAPTEE XXXIII. THE SKIPPER. In such like gossipings passed our days away, for ourvoyage itself had nothing of adventure or incident to breakits dull monotony; save some few hours of calm, we hadbeen steadily following our seaward track with a fair breeze,and the long pennant pointed ever to the land Avhere ourardent expectations were hurrying before it. The latest accounts which had reached us from the Penin-sula told that our regiment was almost daily engaged ; andwe burned with impatience to share with the others theglory they were reaping. Power, who had seen service, feltless on this score than we who had not fleshed our maidenswords; but even he sometimes gave way, and when thewind fell toward sunset, he would break out into some ex-clamation of discontent, half fearing we should be too late. For, said he, if we go on in this way the regiment willbe relieved and ordered home before we reach it. Keverfear, my boys, youll have enough of it. Bo
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