In Manchester, New Hampshire, a little fellow just past his first decade stepped into his father’s office, and said to one of the clerks, “I shall get my company full pretty soon; I have sworn in three to-day.”
“Sworn in,” said the clerk; “how did you do it?”
“I made them hold up their hands and say, ‘Glory to God,'” said the incipient Captain.
The following is a counterpart for the above story. A six-year old Boston boy, who had become deeply imbued with the martial spirit, undertook to act as commander of a diminutive company in a New Hampshire town, where he was spending his vacation. He somewhat “astonished the natives” by the following order, given in a very excited tone: “Company! Enemy’s coming! Forward, march! Amen!”