OLDHAM.--Well, now,--look here. Well, here's Cherbourg, this glass, do you see? well then, this is Portsmouth, this other--and this dirty one, if I can reach it--damn it, I've broke my own, stretching, across the table. O'SHEEVO--PIPECLAY.--Two for one! Two for one! OLDHAM.--Well, never mind; 'twas awkward. We don't stand the jokes the old 107th used to cut: there, if you only made the smallest chip in the stem of a glass, you were stuck for your new pair, while the damaged one did duty as well as ever. There wasn't a glass in the mess that hadn't reproduced itself in double at least nine times. O'SHEEVO.--By the powers! that beats the phaynix, who never became twins, that I heard of. I'd not have stood it from any one. A glass that I broke and paid for, I'd consider my own intirely. PIPECLAY.--They had no right to put a glass on the table after it had been paid for; the regulations wouldn't allow it. OLDHAM.--Oh! nobody knew any thing about the regulations in the old 107th. The colonel was a trump, and the lads were trumps, so they followed suit, and no lawyering. PIPECLAY.--A colonel has no right to enforce an unjust charge. OLDHAM.--Well, perhaps not; but in our days we never troubled our heads about what was just or unjust. It's a bad sign of a corps when men begin to talk of their rights. LOVELL.--True, Oldham; you were saying, suppose that Cherbourg, the other Portsmouth--here's a third glass for you to complete. PIPECLAY.--I beg your pardon one minute, Lovell. I wish to convince Oldham that there is some advantage in knowing how to assert your own rights. O'SHEEVO.--I deny that _in toto_. The Ballyswig estate would have been in the O'Sheevo family to this day, if my great-aunt hadn't wished to assert her right to a haycock, which brought the title in question, and caused us to lose the whole property. PIPECLAY.--But if another had a just claim? O'SHEEVO.--Just humbug! The opposite side retained Counsellor Curran, who'd have persuaded a jury out of their Sunday waistcoats, with a five-shilling piece in the pocket of each. OLDHAM.--Well, well. Now, look here, Lovell. This, as I said, is Cherbourg--this Portsmouth. Ellis, of the staff corps, used always to illustrate this way; did you ever meet him? LOVELL.--What! the owner of May-Bee, who won the military steeple-chase, two years ago? To be sure, I did: devilish sharp fellow he was too. PIPECLAY.--I don't know that: he broke down in some charges he preferred against Sergeant O'Flinn of the Royal County Down, who was acquitted by a general court-martial. A fellow who does that, may be a very good fellow, but can't have much head-piece.