A Story of Lord Wolseley.

Taranaki Herald, Volume XLIX, Issue 11635, 16 March 1901, Page 6 (Supplement)

A Story of Lord Wolseley.

One of the neatest stories of how a military officer can do the right thing without sacrifice of dignity is related of the man whb afterwards became Cominander-in-Chief of the British Army. He was sitting in a high-toned taproom of Dublin, where privates were not \ permitted the privilege of the bar. Two finely-built men of a dragoon regiment, wearing long-service stripes, entered and called for drinks, which were curtly refused them. They turned without a word, and were retiring in good order. j " Halt !" came sharply from the officer in civilian's clothes. From sheer force of habit the soldiers obeyed, and faced about. " I can purchase what I want here, I suppose V" said the officer as he advanced to the bar. , • . " Certainly, sir." " Then serve these two gentlemen with what they want," and there was a pleasant emphasis on the title. " Gentlemen, will you drink with me ?" " With pleasure, sir," and the happy compact was carried out. Then the dragoons courteously inquired the name of the gentleman who had thrown out the life-line, as it were. - " My name is Wolseley — Colonel Wolseley," with a smile. Two pair of heels went-to together with a click, two brawny arras went up in Balute, and the soldiers departed amid the applause of all who had witnessed the scene.