_Ensign Buckskin._ I don’t know that I shall run short yet; however, lend me ten: [_takes a note out of Luby’s hand_] thank you--all right, Luby; I’ll pay you, my boy. _Ensign Luby._ Don’t mention it; I have this day received a remittance, as I said before, and any of my friends may share it as far as it will go. I have not been long in the army, but I know this--that good-fellowship is the soul of it. _Capt. Alder._ I think you said this evening, that Trotter’s _fault_ was liberality. _Ensign Luby._ Yes, yes--but liberality for ever! that I say. [_A strong hiccup, together with certain rollings of the eye and screwings of the lips, now gave evidence of Mr. Luby’s intellectual state._ _Capt. Alder._ Well, gentlemen, I must be off. Will you go, Captain Bell? _Capt Bell._ Yes. _Capt. Saunders._ So will I. [_The three Captains rise and withdraw._ _Ensign Luby._ Let them go: what do we want with Captains here? we are all jolly subs. now; so Buckskin give us a song. _Ensign Simple._ I--think--I’ll--go--too. [_rises._ _Ensign Luby._ Ay, go and take your gruel. _Ensign Simple._ I don’t know why you talk of _gruel_, Mr. Luby. I wish to go to bed early, and to rise betimes in the morning to my drill: “Early to bed and early to rise, Make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” _Ensign Buckskin._ Well, no preaching! good-night--say your prayers, and tie your night-cap well on. [_Ensign Simple now retires sulkily, accompanied by a laugh from all the company._ _Ensign Luby._ That fellow is fitter for the pro--pro--profession of a--hic--linendraper, than the the--hic--trade of a soldier. Come, I’ll give you a song. _Ensign Buckskin._ Bravo! song! song! Now I mean to _begin_ the evening. [_Ensign Luby sings “The glasses sparkle on the board,” so completely out of tune that nobody knows what to make of it; the conclusion, however, is loudly applauded._ _Ensign Buckskin._-- “A very good song, and very well sung, (_Chorus by all._) Jolly companions every one. We only live life to enjoy-- We only live life to enjoy-- How happy’s the soldier who lives on his pay, And spends half-a-crown out of six-pence a day. We are the boys for mirth and glee-- We are the boys for jollity. And so we fell a drinking, So we fell a drinking, Drinking, drinking, So we fell a drinking. We shan’t go home till morning, We shan’t go home till morning, We shan’t go home till morning-- ’Till daylight does appear.” Ye--he--hip! Yoix! hark forward! stole away! e-oic!--e-oic!--e-oic!--hoo--oo--oo--hip! _All the Mess._ Bravo! bravo! bravo! [_Just as the song concludes, a servant enters and approaches the table._