"Good-bye, Mary!" "good-bye, Helen!" "farewell, honey, dear!" was followed by a series of wild shrieks that could be heard for some distance above the clattering of hoofs and the clanking of sabres. Our first day's march was a distance of eighteen miles. The billeting party had preceded us in the usual way on the day before, and quarters were provided for every man, in numbers of from one to half-a-dozen, according to the accommodation to be obtained at the various hotels and public-houses in the town where we halted. All the inhabitants appeared to have turned out to welcome us, and they lined the roadside for nearly a mile ere we reached the market-place, where we formed up, surrounded by a dense crowd, while the band played, after which we were dismissed to our respective billets. I was particularly fortunate in having nice comfortable quarters to myself, in a small public-house near the outskirts of the town, kept by an aged widow; and she made a great fuss over me. "Deary me! why, he is but a child," she remarked, as my gallant "Restless" capered into her stable-yard. The neighbours, such as were left at home, collected about the place. "Shame on the government for enlisting such a boy! I wonder how his poor mother took it!" Impudent and conceited though I had become, this allusion to my mother broke through a little of my fortitude. However, I appeared not to notice the running fire of remarks these good-natured people made from time to time, as I dismounted and busied myself in cleaning my horse and accoutrements, after which my kind hostess invited me into her private parlour, to a nice dinner she had provided expressly for me, consisting of a roast leg of lamb, with mint sauce, and a "rhubarb dumpling." "I always make it a point to treat a soldier to the best I can afford, because he risks his life to save others and their property," she said, as she reached me a chair, and told me to be seated. Now, I was particularly fond of pudding, but I had never tasted any since I left home, and in reply to her question, as to which I would prefer first, pudding or meat, I preferred the former. A little boy, about six years of age (the old lady's grandson) sat on a stool in the same apartment, and appeared completely absorbed in my every movement. I was very hungry--soldiers are invariably hungry, and thirsty too, after a long march--the nice rich dumpling, turned bottom upwards out of an earthenware basin in which it had been boiled, was already on the table, with the syrup oozing from a fissure in the side into the clean willow-pattern dish. "Help yourself," said this kind old woman.