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An officer, returned from the wars, who was asa social party last evening, was boss- ting excessively of his own personal yalor and prowess. Jus. as the wine-boi,Ie came round to him, be entered on rather tedious narrative Of an attack made on him at Busna Vista by some Mexican soldiers, 3 of whom he left dead at his feel, ? of whom fell woun- ded, and the yemaining tsco of whom, q the lrishman would say, ran away. He was 90 intent on blowing his own trumpet that he never thought of passing the wine which stood before him. Half an hour having elapsed, and the tale not being half told, his friend on his right, impatient for the wine and of bis boasltnl story. stretching for the bottle, coolly called out, "A li.ile more grape, Capt, Bssgg.'