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his programme he proceeded to execute it, and all alone by himself attack the picket guard of some twenty of the enemy. Behold the Major now in warlike panoply — that is to say, in fine gray dress coat with burnished buttons (for the eyes of Venus after the conflict with Mars); pistol carefully loaded, in holster on his right side; and sabre in excellent order, jingling against his top boots. It was a saying of the worthy, that he generally kept his arms in good order, and on this occasioers — with smiles such as shine rarely for the poor civilian. After all it is something to be a soldier. The trade is hard, but the feminine eye has a peculiar brightness when it rests on the sons of Mars!-of Mars, proverbially the favourite of Venus! The Major was an old soldier, and in no hurry to depart. He counted on the extent of the scare he had given the enemy, and quietly enjoyed himself in the charming society of his hostesses. He had once more become excellent company. The s