the university, by which time I shall be in all probability a
major-general, I can come back to India for a few years, and return by
the time he has a wife and a home for his old father; or if I die I shall
have done the best for him, and my boy will be left with the best
education, a tolerable small fortune, and the blessing of his old
father."

Such were the plans of our kind schemer. How fondly he dwelt on them, how
affectionately he wrote of them to his boy! How he read books of travels
and looked over the maps of Europe! and said, "Rome, sir, glorious Rome;
it won't be very long, Major, before my boy and I see the Colosseum, and
kiss the Pope's toe. We shall go up the Rhine to Switzerland, and over
the Simplon, the work of the great Napoleon. By Jove, sir, think of the
Turks before Vienna, and Sobieski clearing eighty thousand of 'em off the
face of the earth! How my boy will rejoice in the picture-galleries
there, and in Prince Eugene's prints! You know, I suppose, that Prince
Eugene, one of the greatest generals in the world, was also one of the
greatest lovers of the fine arts. Ingenuas didicisse, hey, Doctor! you
know the rest,--emollunt mores nec----"

"Emollunt mores! Colonel," says Doctor McTaggart, who perhaps was too
canny to correct the commanding officer's Latin. "Don't ye noo that
Prence Eugene was about as savage a Turrk as iver was? Have ye niver rad
the mimores of the Prants de Leen?"

"Well, he was a great cavalry officer," answers the Colonel, "and he left
a great collection of prints--that you know. How Clive will delight in
them! The boy's talent for drawing is wonderful, sir, wonderful. He sent
me a picture of our old school--the very actual thing, sir; the
cloisters, the school, the head gown-boy going in with the rods, and the