see him!

Tom Bertram is a man, every

inch of him."

"Bravo; he is, he is," shouted a dozen

voices.

"I'll put him into a sentiment for you, gentlemen, and give him a new comrade. 'May we all be worthy of Tom Bertram's friendship!'"

"Well said!" cried Tom's companions.

"And may the king have a million better soldiers than Oliver North! Sergeant, give me the shilling.”

Oliver stepped towards the recruiting officer.

"North, my friend," said George, "think what you are doing."

"I have thought," said Oliver; and mumbling something about serving His Majesty the King, the sergeant deposited a shilling in Oliver North's open hand, and then hammering the table for silence, said:

'Ensign Wingfield and comrades, the sentiment is 'May we all be worthy of private Bertram's friendship!' And may His Majesty have a million soldiers as handsome and plucky as the lads who have taken the King's shilling in Chesterfield!"

"Hurrah!" and "Three cheers for the

new recruit!" cried a score of voices, as the chairman fastened the colours in the hat of Oliver North.

BOOK II.

RECRUITED BY MARS.

They daily thrust their loves and lives through hazards,
And, fearless, for their countries' peace, march bravely
Through all the doors of death, and know the darkest:
What labour would these men neglect, what danger?
Where honour sits, though seated on a billow
Rising as high as Heaven, would not these soldiers,
Like so many sea-gods, charge up to it?

BEAUMONT.

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CHAPTER I.

FATHER AND SON AND THE THREE RECRUITS.

The sea of fortune doth not ever flow;
She draws her favours to the lowest ebb;

Her tides have equal times to come and go;

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web :
No joy so great but runneth to an end;

No hap so hard but may in time amend,

SOUTHWELL.

HE Vicar of Chesterfield, the Reverend

THE

Normanby Wingfield, was looked upon as one of the most gentle, amiable, yet upright and manly parsons in the county.

He had commenced life in the army, and after an Indian campaign had taken orders,