others were more steady in the bent of their direction.  More definite description might be given of these parties than that pictured here.  More details might be given of scenes of dissipation, when each member must “drink himself under the table,” to achieve the respect of his fellows; but the writer forbears not wishing to expose the darker shades of the picture, allowing the reader full control of his or her imagination, if willing to go further.  Suffice it to say, no brawls had marred the “jolly time.”  All went away in good humour, while the American was so loud in praise, that he almost wished himself an officer in H. M. 52nd Regiment.  Having made his adieu, Captain Douglas took leave for his bachelor’s quarters, held in the house on the site at present occupied by George Minchin, Esq., on King Street, whither his friend Howe had preceded him.  In this building, was kept the Governor’s Office, as well.  Here Captain Douglas found himself, as the darkest hour that precedes the dawn reminded of approaching day.  “Howe,” said he, “sit down and have a chat for a few moments.  What did you think of the affair?  Of cousin Jonathan and his nephew?” “One question at a time, Douglas,” said Mr. Howe, pulling out a cigar case and passing one to his friend.  “In answer to your first, I may say that under the circumstances there was some credit for being merry.  It happened at a deuced bad time, but Sir Thomas took his defeat manfully, while those animated volcanoes, Hawley and Markham were wonderfully passive—­a fact we must attribute to Major McNair.  The general melee and pow-wow in which I was so unceremoniously toasted, taught a lesson.  Jove, the Major is entitled to an order if he can, by any means, reclaim any of the 52nd.  But the most amusing of the crowd is Trevelyan, who reminds me of an Englishman in Paris.  He is clear, too.  The oftener I see him the more I find to admire.  He has a stock of drollery in reserve, too.  Only think of the song and how received; Jove, he can sing like a thrush or nightingale.”

“Sometimes he wears a puzzled look which I cannot define; but Trevelyan one day will make his mark if not led astray by some of his comrades.  Still, in the same youth, there is considerable backbone, plenty of determination if necessary.”  “Hold on, Howe, when are you coming to the second question,” exclaimed Douglas, in slightly impatient tones.  “Bide your time, old fellow.  Getting sleepy too, by Saint George,” said the secretary, using his favourite Saint and Patron as necessary expletive.  “Oh! about Jonathan, or Sam, or cousin Jonathan.  Cousin Jonathan is certainly a jolly fellow.  How they did stuff him with compliments.  Cousin Jonathan is a bigger man than when he arrived, and Markham, would you not think he hailed from the ‘ould country,’ by the quantities of that commodity supposed to come direct from Killarney, which he used upon cousin Jonathan and Hail Columbia.  Ha, ha, ha.”