COUNCIL OF DISCIPLINE.

Wellington Independent, Volume I, Issue 27, 2 July 1845, Page 2

COUNCIL OF DISCIPLINE.

National Guakd.—Paris. The danger of taking one's boots off in the Guard Room. _ Mon. Giberne, a worthy dealer in hardware is brought before the President and Council, charged with a neglect of duty. Mon. Giberne.— -Gentlemen, I have not always sld nails and coffee mills. I was formerly corporal in the Imperial Guards; I have "seen the Nile and the Beregina. President—We have nothing to do with that, sir, but with you—why did you refuse to mount guard? Mon. Giberne—One day, just before we reached Moscow, the little Corporal had made us march for 72 consecutive nights. I found this exercise infinitely prolonged, and sat down on a lot of snow, having for a pillow the carcase of a Sapper of the 2nd Brigade, who had, like myself, judged it unnecessary to go any further. To keep the cold from my body I stretched two Cossacks and a Settler across my breast, and whilst the army defiled in the night, I slept from fatigue, and • • • • • President— (With impatience) Well, but what has this to do with the charge against you? Mon. Giberne—The next day when I awoke, I found myself christalized (a luagh) my arms were frozen in a most atrocious manner, my hair stiff with ice,—as to my feet, it would be useless to speak of them, they were perfectly insensible. President— And what is the result of this? Mon. Giberne—The result is that I could not mount guard. President— Why ? Mon. Giberne— Because from that day, and notwithstanding all the care of a Muscovite who warmed my frozen limbs, .there remains in me like in Achilles a vulnerable part, my feet. Thus, if I were to pass a night with my boots on, the next day my feet would be immense, they would surpass in size anything yet known in the shape of feet. President— And what did this infirmity produce? Mon. Giberne—lt produced that in preparing to lie down on the guard bed, I took off my boots, a comrade, a baker, seeing me do this, followed my example, saying that a man is not hung for taking off his boots, and immediately stretched himself alongside of me. I was to be on guard at 4 o'clock in the morning, and I therefore slept in all safety. At 12, after a long nap, I was suddenly awakened with the cry of " guard turn out," presently, answered I, and solid at my post. The Informer— Yes, very solid certainly, you would not even come out to take your arms. Mon. Giberne— Would not!! that is to say, could not. Imagine to yourselves my position, gentlemen, when I wished to re-enter into my boots, impossible, I pushed with my heal, l greased my ancle—but superflous efforts—" would have been easier to make a camel pas* through the eye of a needle; however, it wouia not do for me to mount guard in socks, and l was compelled to declare myself incompetent. President— But how did this happen, were your feet swoolen ? . Mon. Giberne— Not at all, it was my f»e nd the baker, who had by mistake taken away my boots and left me his. (A laugh.) r President. — Under these circumstances, * shall ohiy reprimand you.

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