ar when the brigade was deploying into line under Beresford.

While Miller Loveday was saying 'Well done, Mr. Stanner!' at the close of
the thirteenth stanza, which seemed to be the last, and Mr. Stanner was
modestly expressing his regret that he could do no better, a stentorian
voice was heard outside the window shutter repeating,

Rol'-li-cum ro'-rum, tol'-lol-lo'-rum,
Rol'-li-cum ro'-rum, tol'-lol-lay.

The company was silent in a moment at this reinforcement, and only the
military tried not to look surprised. While all wondered who the singer
could be somebody entered the porch; the door opened, and in came a young
man, about the size and weight of the Farnese Hercules, in the uniform of
the yeomanry cavalry.

''Tis young Squire Derriman, old Mr. Derriman's nephew,' murmured voices
in the background.

Without waiting to address anybody, or apparently seeing who were
gathered there, the colossal man waved his cap above his head and went on
in tones that shook the window-panes:--

When hus'-bands with' their wives' agree'.
And maids' won't wed' from mod'-es-ty',
Then lit'-tle Bo'-ney he'll pounce down',
And march' his men' on Lon'-don town'!

Chorus.--Rol'-li-cum ro'-rum, tol'-lol-lo'-rum,
Rol'-li-cum ro'-rum, tol'-lol-lay.

It was a verse which had been omitted by the gallant Stanner, out of
respect to the ladies.

The new-comer was red-haired and of florid complexion, and seemed full of
a conviction that his whim of entering must be their pleasure, which for
the moment it was.

'No ceremony, good men all,' he said; 'I was passing by, and my ear was
caught by the singing. I like singing; 'tis warming and cheering, and
shall not be put down. I should like to hear anybody say otherwise.'

'Welcome, Master Derriman,' said the miller, filling a glass and handing
it to the yeoman. 'Come all the way from quarters, then? I hardly
knowed ye in your soldier's clothes. You'd look more natural with a spud
in your hand, sir. I shouldn't ha' known ye at all if I hadn't heard
that you were called out.'

'More natural with a spud!--have a care, miller,' said the young giant,
the fire of his complexion increasing to scarlet. 'I don't mean anger,
but--but--a soldier's honour, you know!'

The military in the background laughed a little, and the yeoman then for
the first time discovered that there were more regulars present than one.
He looked momentarily disconcerted, but expanded