a thrifle to Father Victor for the poor people he's always beggin'
for.'

But me an' Orth'ris, he bein' Cockney an' I bein' pretty far north,
did nut see it i' t' saame way. We'd getten t' brass, an' we meaned
to keep it. An' soa we did--for a short time.

Noa, noa, we niver heered a wod more o' t' awd lass. Our rig'mint went
to Pindi, an' t' Canteen Sargint he got himself another tyke insteead
o' t' one 'at got lost so reg'lar, an' was lost for good at last.




THE BIG DRUNK DRAF'

We're goin' 'ome, we're goin' 'ome--
Our ship is _at_ the shore,
An' you mus' pack your 'aversack,
For we won't come back no more.
Ho, don't you grieve for me,
My lovely Mary Ann,
For I'll many you yet on a fourp'ny bit,
As a time expired ma-a-an!
_Barrack-room Ballad._

An awful thing has happened! My friend, Private Mulvaney, who went
home in the _Serapis_, time-expired, not very long ago, has come back
to India as a civilian! It was all Dinah Shadd's fault. She could not
stand the poky little lodgings, and she missed her servant Abdullah