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A FIELD DAY AND BIVOUAC.MORE NEW FRIENDS.AN INVITATIONTO THE COUNTRY

M ANY authors entertain, not only a foolish, but a really dishonest objection to acknowledge the sources from whence they derive much valuable information.We have no such feeling.We are merely endeavouring to discharge, in an upright manner, the responsible duties of our editorial functions; and whatever ambition we might have felt under other circumstances to lay claim to the authorship of these advantures, a regard for truth forbids us to do more than claim the merit of their judicious arrangement and impartial narration.The Pickwick Papers are our New River Head; and we may be compared to the New River Company.The labours of others have raised for us an immense reservoir of important facts.We merely lay them on, and communicate them, in a clear and gentle stream, through the medium of these numbers, to a world thirsting for Pickwickian knowledge.

Acting in this spirit, and resolutely proceeding on our determination to avow our obligations to the authorities we have consulted, we frankly say, that to the note-book of Mr.Snodgrass are we indebted for the particulars recorded in this, and the succeeding chapter--particulars which, now that we have disburdened our conscience, we shall proceed to detail without further comment.

The whole population of Rochester and the adjoining towns rose from their beds at an early hour of the following morning, in a state of the utmost bustle and excitement.A grand review was to take place upon the Lines.The manoeuvres of half-a-dozen regiments were to be inspected by the eagle eye of the commander-in-chief; temporary fortifications had been erected, the citadel was to be attacked and taken, and a mine was to be sprung.

Mr.Pickwick was, as our readers may have gathered from the slight extract we gave from his description of Chatham, an enthusiastic admirer of the army.Nothing could have been more delightful to him--nothing could have harmonised so well with the peculiar feeling of each of his companions--as this sight.Accordingly they were soon a-foot, and walking in the direction of the scene of action, towards which crowds of people were already pouring from a variety of quarters.

The appearance of everything on the Lines denoted that the approaching ceremony was one of the utmost grandeur and importance.There were sentries posted to keep the ground for the troops, and servants on the batteries keeping places for the ladies, and sergeants running to and fro, with vellum-covered books under their arms, and Colonel Bulder, in full military uniform, on horseback, galloping first to one place and then to another, and backing his horse among the people, and prancing, and curvetting, and shouting in a most alarming manner, and making himself very hoarse in the voice, and very red in the face, without any assignable cause or reason whatever.

Officers were running backwards and forwards, first communicating with Colonel Bulder, and then ordering the sergeants, and then running away altogether; and even the very privates themselves looked from behind their glazed stocks with an air of mysterious solemnity, which sufficiently bespoke the special nature of the occasion.

Mr.Pickwick and his three companions stationed themselves in the front rank of the crowd, and patiently awaited the commencement of the proceedings.

The throng was increasing every moment; and the efforts they were compelled to make, to retain the position they had gained, sufficiently occupied their attention during the two hours that ensued.At one time there was a sudden pressure from behind; and then Mr.Pickwick was jerked forwaard for several yards, with a degree of speed and elasticity highly inconsistent with the general grvity of his demeanour; at another moment there was a request to "keep back" from the front, and then the butt-end of a musket was either dropped upon Mr.Pickwick's toe, to remind him of the demand, or thrust into his chest, to ensure its being complied with.Then some facetious gentleman on the left, after pressing sideways in a body, and squeezing Mr.Snodgrass into the very last extreme of human torture, would request to know "vere he vos a shovin' to"; and when Mr.Winkle had done expressing his excessive indignation at witnessing this unprovoked assault, some person behind would knock his hat over his eyes, and beg the favour of his putting his head in his pocket.These, and other practical witticisms, coupled with the unaccountable absence of Mr.Tupman (who had suddenly disappeared, and was nowhere to be found), rendered their situation upon the whole rather more uncomfortable than pleasing or desirable.

At length that low roar of many voices ran through the crowd, which usually announces the arrival of whatever they have been waiting for.All eyes were turned in the direction of the sally-port.A few moments of eager expectation, and colours were seen fluttering gaily in the air, arms glistened brightly in the sun, column after column poured on to the plain.The troops halted and formed; the word of command rung through the line, there was a general clash of muskets as arms were presented; and the commander-in-chief, attended by Colonel Bulder and numerous officers, cantered to the front.

The military bands struck up all together; the horses stood upon two legs each, cantered backwards, and whisked their tails about in all directions:

the dogs barked, the mob screamed, the troops recovered, and nothing was to be seen on either side, as far as the eye could reach, but a long perspective of red coats and white trousers, fixed and motionless.