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 19 ne with him, take me with him for the love of God take me with him, Captain." She fell on her knees, laid hold of the officer's sash, clasped it firm y between her hands, and looked up in his face, ex- claiming, "Oh! leave me my only hope, at least till God has given me another; and repeated in heart- rending accents, "Oh! take me with him, take me with him!” The gallant officer was himself in tears; he knew that it was impossible to grant the poor wife's peti- ion, without creating much discontent in his com- bany, and he gazed upon them with that feeling with which a good man always regards the suffer- ngs lie cannot alleviate. At this moment, a smart poung soldier stepped forward, and stood before the Captain, with his hand to his cap. " And what do you want, my good fellow?” said he officer. My name's John Carty, plase yer honour, and belong to the second battalion." " And what do you want here?" Only, yer honour," said Carty, scratching his nead, that poor man and his wife there, as sorrow- hearted at partinig, I'm thinking." " Well, and what then?" " Why, yer honour, they say I am a likely lad, and I know I'm fit for service,--and if your honour would only let that poor fellow take my place in Captain Bond's company, and let me take his place n yours,--why, yer honour would make two poor hings happy, and save the life of one of 'em, I'm thinking: Captain Loden considered for a few minutes, and lirecting the young Irishman to remain whero he vas, proceeded to his brother officer's quarters. He soon mado arrangements for the exchango of the soldiers, and returned to the place where lie had eft them,