Nowthesefinenativescamealong，singing，fortheirverylives，asongthelikeofwhichsetdownherewouldoustmybookfrommodestpeople，andmakeeverybodysay，’thismannevercanhavelovedLorna。’
Therefore，thelessofthatthebetter；onlyIthought，’whatadifferencefromthegoodlypsalmsofthealehouse!’
Havingfinishedtheircanticle，whichcontainedmoremirththanmelody，theydrewthemselvesup，inasortofwaysupposedbythemtobemilitary，eachmanwithheelandelbowstruckintothoseofhisneighbour，andsalutedtheKing’sCommissioner。’Why，whereareyourofficers？’askedMasterStickles；’howisitthatyouhavenoofficers？’Uponthistherearoseageneralgrin，andaknowinglookpassedalongtheirfaces，evenuptothemanbythegatepost。’Areyougoingtotellme，ornot，’saidJeremy，’whatisbecomeofyourofficers？’
’Plaisezur，’saidonelittlefellowatlast，beingnoddedatbytheresttospeak，inrightofhisknowneloquence；’hustouldHarfizers，asawornonadeofun，nowKing’smanhiszellworcoom，apupposevortocommanduslaike。’
’Anddoyoumeantosay，youvillains，’criedJeremy，scarceknowingwhethertolaugh，ortoswear，orwhattodo；’thatyourofficerstooktheirdismissalthus，andletyoucomeonwithoutthem？’