Thousand

.—When speaking of English soldiers slain in battle, a mere milk-score, not worth a King of England’s thinking of! “What! what! what! Pitt! only a thousand! only a thousand! Heh! Go a hunting? Go a hunting? Heh! Heh! Son’s a shy dog, shy dog, shy dog! Takes care of his flock. Ha! ha! ha! Good Bishop! good Bishop! Ha! Ha! Ha! Go and tell Char­lotte! tell Charlotte! and then tallio! tallio!! Ha! Ha! Ha! What, What! What! only a thousand! Dutiful son, though! Heh! Pitt! Heh!”