'  D'Almayne,  my  boy,  what  are  we  to  do  with  ourselves  ? '
inquired  the  punning  guardsman;  'I'm  open  to  anything —
except,  of  course,  going  quietly  to  bed.'

'  Sure  and  can't  we  get  into  a  row  anywhere,  now  ? — is
there  any  gentleman's  head  handy  that  we  could  punch  for  a
little  harmless  divarsion  ? '  asked  O'Brien.
'What  do  you  say  to  kidnapping  a  policeman,  charter  a
cab,  conv'ey  him  to  a  gin-palace  in  some  obscure  locality,  fill
him  blind  drunk,  shave  off  his  whiskers,  blacken  his  face,  and
then  deposit  him  at  the  door  of  the  nearest  station-house,  to
be  punished  for  insobriety,  riotous  conduct,  and  neglect  of
duty?'  suggested  Beaupeep,  with  the  air  of  a  philanthropist
proposing  some  plan  for  the  benefit  of  his  species.
'  Sure,  an'  it's  a  great  idea  intirely,  and  a  thing  that  should
be  done  forthwith,'  observed  O'Brien,  meditatively  and  approv-
ingly.
