_Wednesday._--Remember dimly the horrible events of the last thirty-six hours. I was taken to the police-station, and brought before the magistrate. He would not even look at _Temple Bar_, and fined me for being drunk and incapable. I drunk and incapable! Oh heavens! To-day I am back in London. The sky is cloudy. No chance of the D. A. now. Shall give up poetry for ever, and for the future write words for songs. * * * * * AT A YEOMANRY REVIEW. SCENE--_An open space near Baymouth, the watering-place at which the County Yeomanry have been going through their annual training. Along one side of the ground is a row of drags and other carriages, occupied by the local magnates; along another, the less distinguished spectators stand in a thin line or occasional groups, waiting for the review to begin. In the centre, the inspecting officer is judging the best turned-out troop, while the remainder of the regiment are doing nothing in particular._ _Yeomanry Non-Com._ (_who is leading an officer's horse and talking to a female friend of his and her brother with the sense of conferring a distinction upon them_). Ah, 'tis not all play this yere trainin', I do assure ye. I've been so 'ard-worked all the week, with all the writin' I've had to do at the orderly room and thet, I've 'ardly 'ad time to _live!_ But I like it, mind ye, I like it more every year I come out and so does my old 'errse, a' b'lieve. And there's this about it too--the girls don't come errfter a feller! _The Young Lady._ Well, I'm sure! Now _I_ should have thought when you're in the Yeomanry, it was just what---- _The Y. N.-C._ Tain't so--not in my case--that's all I can tell ye. _The Y. L._ (_with coquettish incredulity_). Oh, I daresay. With that uniform, too! Why, I expect, if the truth was told, you know more than one young lady who's glad enough to be seen about with you. _The Y. N.-C._ (_complacently_). More than one! Why, theer wurr eight I took out in a boat for a moonlight row on'y lawst night--nawn o' _my_ seekin', but they wouldn't take no denial. _I_ didn't want to be bothered with 'en. I've got other things to do besides squirin' a passel o' wimmin folk about, I hev. _The Y. L._ You conceited thing, you! If that's the way you go on, I shan't talk to you any more! _The Y. N.-C._ Well, you won't hev th' opportunity, for theer's the Captain calling me up. So long--and take care o' yerselves! [_He trots off, feeling that he has sufficiently impressed them_. _The Y. L._ (_to her brother, with the superiority that comes of a finishing school with all the extras_). Distinctly "country," isn't he? _Her Brother._ Well, he can't help _that_. And he rides as straight as any chap I know. _The Y. L._ Oh, he's a real good fellow, I know that; still he _is_ just a little ---- I did hope I'd polished him up a little while we were at the farm last summer; but there, I suppose you _can't_ put refinement into some people!