n, but a boy made of flesions not entirely at tances.

    t improvement in  on to Mr Poulter, ter, om - a source of ual pleasure. Mr Poulter,  to ruck terror into ts of tremulous in t from age, but from treme perversity of ton boys ain ill, ial erectness, rousers tigrapped, and on turday afternoons om, ionally spirited air, as of a superannuated cracted by episodes of ive muceresting to tom tories out of tom  some disgust on learning t or and Ac possibly never ed. But ton ers reminiscences of ter, it appeared,  talavera, and ributed not a little to terror  of infantry ernoons ed t ton rict privacy, lest jealousies seem for t fine felloer. ttended al after  ers flesime. On less personal matters connected ant icent, only taking care not to give t of y to any loose notions concerning military ory. Any one o a kno t of silent pity to Mr Poulter:  prating person rampled out of  t go-off, as  talk about tom did not escape irritating er occasionally, by y concerning otary matters ters personal experience.

    `And General olfe, Mr Poulter?  er? said tom,  all tial ed on th Bony.

    `Not at all! said Mr Poulter, contemptuously. `Not!... one of stern command, om and made  in his own person.

    `No, no! Mr Poulter inue, on coming to a pause in ter not talk to me about General olfe.  die of s a poor ion, I consider. Any ots ud hakilled a fellow like General olfe.

    `Mr Poulter, tom  any allusion to the sword-exercise!

    For a long  t, and smiled patronisingly, as