_President._ Mr. Newly, I speak of Mr. Trotter as I think he deserves: he _may_ be very honourable, but I think he outran his means, and thereby his honour also. _Several voices (in confusion.)_ Certainly, d--d dishonourable conduct. _Ensign Luby._ Come, lads, hear me: I know Trotter a little; he is a good young fellow; but somewhat too free with his cash; he does not know how to keep it, when he gets it from home. I do not like to see disputes here,--God knows we have enough of them: last night we were all made unpleasant by two gentlemen contending that one’s facings were handsomer than the other’s, and the day before we were thrown into confusion by an argument between two young gentlemen about superior rank and services--both not yet two months in the army. Come, I say--Trotter owes his wine-bill: and for the best of reasons--he had not money enough left to pay it out of seventy pounds sent by his father; because, you see, he played Hell and Tommy (as the phrase goes): so I’ll tell you what--I will _pay it myself_--ay, or any other friend’s wine-bill; for, as I said before, I touched a _fifty_ to-day. _President._ If I am wrong, Gentlemen, I’ll appeal to the voice of the company. _All._ No! no! It’s all right. Sit down--sit down. _Ensign Luby._ Bring in the wine quicker, _you_ Glundy--dy’ hear, d--n ye! _Glundy._ Yes, Sir. (_Servant runs out._ _Voice without._ Yoix! there, my lads,--he--he--hip--yoix!--hark forward, my jolly dogs!--yo--io--io--io--io--hip! (_Enter Ensign Buckskin._ _Ensign Buckskin._ How are you, my hearty Cocks!--how are you? _All the Mess._ How are you? How do, Buck? How do? _President._ Where the devil have you been? eh! _Ensign Buckskin._ Been! In bed, to be sure--just got up--swallowed a basin of soup and a small glass of brandy. I was squeamish all the day; but now I’m to rights again. Waiter!--clean glass. Well, how are you, my boys? (_Sits down._ _Ensign Newly._ How are _you_, after your last night’s work--eh? _Ensign Buckskin._ Oh! by George, Sir, they have taken out a warrant against me. _Ensign Newly._ For what? _Ensign Buckskin._ For burning the old Constable’s nose. Jackson and Jones are off by coach for Fort Monkton, and so have escaped: unfortunate Jack Buckskin, as usual, comes in for a “good thing.” I shall be up before “his _Vorship_,” as the “_Coves_” call him; but d--n his eyes, I don’t care the rowel of an old spur about any infernal magistratical methodist in Winchester. Yoix! my lads! ye--he--hip--old Jack Buckskin against the d----l and all his _saints_. [_An uproarious laugh from the company, which sets all the dogs in the house barking, and Buckskin gives a regular “view halloo,” accompanied by several of the mess._] _President._ Well, tell us how the matter occurred. Didn’t you knock the watchman down first?