twenty thousand, formed in a hollow square, in one of their narrow streets." "Very well," said Hamilton, "that's a good idea." "He couches his lance, charges the first five thousand that extended across the lane; defeats them; takes the city by storm." "That was a great hero," said Jeffery. "Yes," said Scribble, "I will defy any writer but a German to think of such a hero." "Oh do not," said Hamilton, "disparage our own country too much;—what think you of Drawcansir?" "You know, Hamilton," said Scribble, with much pomposity, "I do not like jesting upon serious subjects; I have often given my admonitions upon that topic." "Which I hold in due estimation," replied Hamilton. "But you do not always attend to them," rejoined Scribble, a little sharply. "That does not contradict my position," said the other.
