Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 3, September 1849Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 3, September 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The next officer was but a little more fortunate. He had witnessed the
performance of his predecessor, and being nervous, was thrown into a
considerable flurry thereby. Determined not to be caught in the
predicament of delaying his manœuvre, he went to the opposite extreme.
Miscalculating his time in his agitation, and seeing the colonel’s eye
fixed upon him, he, some distance before he reached that functionary,
brought his sword up with a great flourish, and saluted. By the time he
reached the colonel, his part was, of course, performed, and the air of
sneaking and deprecating consciousness with which he slunk past was so
marked, as to cause a smile even upon the grim features of the
commandant himself. After this, things went on pretty well, until a
tall, awkward, rawboned lieutenant, who “tended saw-mill for a liven” on
the Sheldrake Brook, approached the colonel. Fixing his eyes on his
officer, he thrust his sword out horizontally, as if to charge bayonet.
Not seeing where he was going, so intent was he upon his staring, that,
meeting with some obstruction, he stumbled, pitched forward, and before
he could recover himself, he had run his sword half way into the soft
turf of the green, with the hilt striking against his breast with an
emphasis that made him gasp like a frog in an exhausting receiver. He
was the last officer, and with this interesting exhibition of soldierly
grace and dignity, the ceremony closed. The colonel clapped his chapeau
on his head, and, attended by his staff, once more took his place in the
regiment, and, after a short march, the order was given to form a
“hollow square,” for prayer and a speech from the judge advocate. After
considerable trouble the square was formed, with all the officers in the
middle. The prayer was offered by the “learned and pious” Dr.
Stubbornthought, and at the conclusion, the colonel proclaimed, in a
pompous tone, that the judge advocate would now commence his address.
Instantly this functionary spurred from the side of his superior to
perform this duty. He was an ambitious young sprig of the law, always on
the look-out for distinction, and seeking where he could make a speech
turn up with all the keenness and avidity of a hound on the track of a
deer. He was withal very irascible. With his usual ambition, he had now
selected the most fiery and run-away steed in the village, being
convinced that he was as good a horseman as he was a speaker, and that,
let me tell you, is saying a great deal. Direct upon his announcement,
as before observed, he made his way in the midst of the square, and
endeavored to settle himself in his saddle to commence his address. But
this was more difficult than he imagined. Having given a severer dig
with his spur into the side of his animal than the latter bargained for
or relished, it began to testify its anger by a series of prancings and
curvettings decidedly more ornamental than either useful or agreeable.
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