s friends as they cheer from the shore. He must and will have his
commission before long. There can be no difficulty about that, George
thinks. There is plenty of money in his little store to buy his
brother's ensigncy; but if he can win it without purchase by gallantry
and good conduct, that were best. The colonel of the regiment reports
highly of his recruit; men and officers like him. It is easy to see that
he is a young fellow of good promise and spirit.

Hip, hip, huzzay! What famous news are these which arrive ten days after
the expedition has sailed? On the 7th and 8th of August his Majesty's
troops had effected a landing in the Bay des Marais, two leagues
westward of Cherbourg, in the face of a large body of the enemy. Awed
by the appearance of British valour, that large body of the enemy has
disappeared. Cherbourg has surrendered at discretion; and the English
colours are hoisted on the three outlying forts. Seven-and-twenty ships
have been burned in the harbours, and a prodigious number of fine brass
cannon taken. As for your common iron guns, we have destroyed 'em,
likewise the basin (about which the mounseers bragged so), and the two
piers at the entrance to the harbour.

There is no end of jubilation in London; just as Mr. Howe's guns arrive
from Cherbourg, come Mr. Wolfe's colours captured at Louisbourg. The
colours are taken from Kensington to St Paul's, escorted by fourscore
life-guards and fourscore horse-grenadiers with officers in proportion,
their standards, kettle-drums, and trumpets. At St. Paul's they
are received by the Dean and Chapter at the West Gate, and at that
minute--bang, bong, bung--the Tower and Park guns salute them! Next day
is the turn of the Cherbourg cannon and mortars. These are the guns
we took. Look at them with their carving and flaunting emblems--their
lilies, and crowns, and mottoes! Here they are, the Teneraire, the
Malfaisant, the Vainqueur (the Vainqueur, indeed! a pretty vainqueur of
Britons!), and ever so many more. How the people shout as the pieces
are trailed through the streets in procession! As for Hetty and Mrs.
Lambert, I believe they are of opinion that Harry took every one of the
guns himself, dragging them out of the batteries, and destroying the
artillerymen. He has immensely risen in the general estimation in the
last few days. Madame de Bernstein has asked about him. Lady Maria has
begged her dear cousin George to see her, and, if possible, give her
news of