his brother. George, who was quite the head of the family
a couple of months since, finds himself deposed, and of scarce any
account, in Miss Hetty's eyes at least. Your wit, and your learning, and
your tragedies, may be all very well; but what are these in comparison
to victories and brass cannon? George takes his deposition very meekly.
They are fifteen thousand Britons. Why should they not march and take
Paris itself? Nothing more probable, think some of the ladies. They
embrace; they congratulate each other; they are in a high state of
excitement. For once, they long that Sir Miles and Lady Warrington were
in town, so that they might pay her ladyship a visit, and ask, "What
do you say to your nephew now, pray? Has he not taken twenty-one finest
brass cannon; flung a hundred and twenty iron guns into the water,
seized twenty-seven ships in the harbour, and destroyed the basin
and the two piers at the entrance?" As the whole town rejoices and
illuminates, so these worthy folks display brilliant red hangings in
their cheeks, and light up candles of joy in their eyes, in honour of
their champion and conqueror.

But now, I grieve to say, comes a cloudy day after the fair weather. The
appetite of our commanders, growing by what it fed on, led them to think
they had not feasted enough on the plunder of St. Malo; and thither,
after staying a brief time at Portsmouth and the Wight, the conquerors
of Cherbourg returned. They were landed in the Bay of St. Lunar, at
a distance of a few miles from the place, and marched towards it,
intending to destroy it this time. Meanwhile the harbour of St. Lunar
was found insecure, and the fleet moved up to St. Cas, keeping up its
communication with the invading army.

Now the British Lion found that the town of St. Malo--which he had
proposed to swallow at a single mouthful--was guarded by an army of
French, which the Governor of Brittany had brought to the succour of
his good town, and the meditated coup-de-main being thus impossible,
our leaders marched for their ships again, which lay duly awaiting our
warriors in the Bay of St. Cas.

Hide, blushing glory, hide St. Cas's day! As our troops were marching
down to their ships they became aware of an army following them, which
the French governor of the province had sent from Brest. Two-thirds
of the troops, and all the artillery, were already embarked, when the
Frenchmen came down upon the remainder. Four companies of the first
regimen