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She was quite mad because she could not get an invitation to Lady Drum's ball: it was the end of the season and nobody had proposed to her: she had made no sensation at all, she who was so much cleverer than any girl of the year, and of the young ladies forming her special circle.
It had once borne the appearance of some little celebrity; for the "auld laird," whose humours and pranks were often mentioned in the ale-houses for about a mile round it, wore a sword, kept a good horse, and a brace of greyhounds; brawled, swore, and betted at cock-fights and horse-matches; followed Somerville of Drum's hawks, and the Lord Ross's hounds, and called himself point devise a gentleman.
She was quite mad because she could not get an invitation to Lady Drum's ball: it was the end of the season and nobody had proposed to her: she had made no sensation at all, she who was so much cleverer than any girl of the year, and of the young ladies forming her special circle.
Oh, Lordy! That drum's gettin' closer! They're comin'! If I ever get out of this, nobody'll ever see me closer'n a hundred mile o' this here town, never as long as I live. Gimme a half hour's start an' Jehosophat!" He had shoved a trembling hand between the bars and was fumbling with the padlock. His ejaculation was due to a most incredible discovery.
It was an Irish-American poet of a neighboring State who wrote of our fallen soldiers words that will live while we have a country and a language: "The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more of life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few."
"You see," he said, still displaying the drum's interior, "there is no deception " I put out my hand to grip him, and he eluded me by a dexterous movement. I snatched again, and he turned from me and pushed open a door to escape. "Stop!" I said, and he laughed, receding. I leapt after him into utter darkness. Thud! "Lor' bless my 'eart! I didn't see you coming, sir!"
It had once borne the appearance of some little celebrity; for the "auld laird," whose humours and pranks were often mentioned in the ale-houses for about a mile round it, wore a sword, kept a good horse, and a brace of greyhounds; brawled, swore, and betted at cock-fights and horse-matches; followed Somerville of Drum's hawks, and the Lord Ross's hounds, and called himself point devise a gentleman.
Not a breath out of any o' yez remimber, till I get there. The drum's unhandy and we got to go slow wid it," and he slipped the strap over his head and started upstairs, followed by the band. The ascent was made without a sound until old Mr. Lang's door was reached, when McFudd's foot slipped, and, but for the bassoonist's head, both the Irishman and the drum would have rolled down- stairs.
"You see," he said, still displaying the drum's interior, "there is no deception " I put out my hand to grip him, and he eluded me by a dexterous movement. I snatched again, and he turned from me and pushed open a door to escape. "Stop!" I said, and he laughed, receding. I leapt after him into utter darkness. "Lor' bless my 'eart! I didn't see you coming, sir!"
"My comrades envy me, I know, They can deny it not; For drummer of the regiment Has been my happy lot. "And at a tap, or drum's loud beat The soldiers follow me; The general, even, has no choice, He follows, too, you see. "But if it had not been my lot To be a drummer boy Then I would be a General; But not with half the joy."
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