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Mother Death, says Baka, like an onion, brings tears from the

dears she embraces, and fondles alike both the baby that drowses

and the rake that carouses! Ah! ah! Major, to-day we live and

to-morrow we rot; that only is ours which to-day we eat and

drink! Judge, doesn't it seem to you time for breakfast? I take

my seat at the table, and beg all to be seated with me. Major,

how about some stewed beef and gravy? Lieutenant, what's your

idea? Should you like a bowl of good punch?"

"That's a fact, Father," said two officers; "it's time to be

eating, and to drink the Judge's health!"