Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th RegimentShipp, John
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Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th Regiment
Shipp, John
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Biography; Shipp, John, 1784-1834
Having bidden her farewell, I started at speed, that I might not see her
again; yet I could not help stealing another last look, when I saw her
head was still turned towards me. I, would sooner go through the toils
of a campaign than suffer the heaviness I always experience at parting
with my family; but duty was my passport, and surmounted every
difficulty and obstacle, and in thirteen days I reached Saugar; but,
from being exposed to incessant rain, and afterwards to the scorching
sun, I had sown the seeds of a disease which nearly cost me my life,
though it was some time before it burst forth. It was supposed that the
division of the army to which I was attached, would be continued at this
station, for the purpose of watching the new-conquered provinces of
Saugar and Candish; so we began to build huts or asylums against the
winter, and we agreed to send for our wives--for what is man's life
debarred the pleasure of female society? Men are little better than
monsters without it. Wherever modest women are, there will always be a
becoming decorum and decency; but men, when long estranged from their
society, dwindle into gross habits; and the hilarity of an immodest
song, and the cup of inebriety, form their pleasures, and the summit of
their felicity. Our wives having been invited to join us, mine was the
first to set the example; and, although the journey was attended with
considerable danger, she reached me in four days, at the fort of Huttra,
whither I had proceeded to meet her. This personal risk, on her part, to
join me, could not but gratify my feelings and increase my love. In the
course of a month, ten ladies had arrived, and the little station was
the gayest of the gay. We generally met every day, either at dinner,
ball, or supper, and our hearts were as light as our pockets.
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