pt the bearers of Bobbachy's palanquin off their legs; with
the third, I caught that chief himself in the small of the back, and
sent him flying on to the sabres of my advancing soldiers!
The next minute, Glogger and Stuffle were in my arms, Pappendick leading
on the Irregulars. Friend and foe in that wild chase had swept far
away. We were alone; I was freed from my immense bar; and ten minutes
afterwards, when Lord Lake trotted up with his staff, he found me
sitting on it.
"Look at Gahagan," said his lordship. "Gentlemen, did I not tell you we
should be sure to find him AT HIS POST?"
The gallant old nobleman rode on: and this was the famous BATTLE OF
FURRUCKABAD, OR SURPRISE OF FUTTYGHUR, fought on the 17th of November,
1804.
*****
About a month afterwards, the following announcement appeared in the
Boggleywollah Hurkaru and other Indian papers:--"Married, on the 25th of
December, at Futtyghur, by the Rev. Dr. Snorter, Captain Goliah O'Grady
Gahagan, Commanding Irregular Horse, Abmednuggar, to Belinda,
second daughter of Major-General Bulcher, C.B. His Excellency the
Commander-in-Chief gave away the bride; and after a splendid dejeune,
the happy pair set off to pass the Mango season at Hurrygurrybang. Venus
must recollect, however, that Mars must not ALWAYS be at her side. The
Irregulars are nothing without their leader."
Such was the paragraph--such the event--the happiest in the existence of
G. O'G. G., M. H. E. I. C. S., C. I. H. A.
A LEGEND OF THE RHINE.
CHAPTER I.
SIR LUDWIG OF HOMBOURG.
It was in the good old days of chivalry, when every mountain that bathes
its shadow in the Rhine had its castle: not inhabited, as now, by a few
rats and owls, nor covered with moss and wallflowers, and funguses,
and creeping ivy. No, no! where the ivy now clusters there grew strong
portcullis and bars of steel; where the wallflower now quivers in the
rampart there were silken banners embroidered with wonderful heraldry;
men-at-arms marched where now you shall only see a bank of moss or a
hideous black champignon; and in place of the rats and owlets, I warrant
me there were ladies and knights to revel in the great halls, and
to feast, and to dance, and to make love there. They are passed
away:--those old knights and ladies: their golden hair first changed to
silver, and then the silver dropped off and disappeared for ever; their
elegant legs, so slim and active in the dance, became swollen and
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