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 i94 EARLY REMINISCENCES prompt in our movements. This I especially needed, being in that limp condition belonging to hobbledehoyism. Pengelly also was drilled, to bring him out of his rolling gait. Moreover, whereas the sergeant was well-jointed and tight screwed, Pengelly bore the appearance of one who, had he been held over steam, would have fallen to pieces and his limbs dropped off. On one occasion in the hall, as he was going clumsily through his exercise, my mother, sister and the governess, and the maidservants all looking on, the peremptory voice of the sergeant rang out: " Vite ! en avant! Marchez, un, deux, trois—Rompez les pieds." Pengelly made an unwonted stride. This was attended by a strange ripping and rending sound, such as I have been informed by those who have been in districts where earthquakes prevail attend seismic shocks, such as on one occasion Moses and Aaron must have heard in the Wilderness. Pengelly's face became blood red, and he was forced to retreat to the door and out of the room backwards, as from the presence of majesty. Next day the tailor came and carried off a bundle. The following story attached itself to Pengelly, but I do not hold that it has not been improved, because, unless some other Englishmen were present, it could not have been reported. After a drive to St. Jean-de-Luz, Pengelly, being very hungry, went into a restaurant, and expressed his condition and desire for food thus : " Je suis fameux." " Je le crois bien, monsieur ! " said the restaurateur bowing, but without making any movement to supply Pengelly's wants. He, convinced that he had made some mistake, rectified his assertion, by saying : " J'aiunefemmegrosse." " Ah ! monsieur, je suis charme de Pentendre : j'espere qu'elle aura des couches heureuses." Pengelly, feeling that he was again misunderstood, in a loud and important tone declared : " Mossoo ! Je suis femme." " Mais c'est incroyable—et avec de si beaux favoris ! " Pengelly's whiskers, by the way, were of a sandy colour. I have heard the story in England with modification, but I think it originated in Bayonne.