General Wolfe
GENERAL WOLFE invited a Scotch officer to dine with him; the same day he
was also invited by some brother officers. You must excuse me, said he
to them; I am already engaged to Wolfe. A smart young ensign observed,
he might as well have expressed himself with more respect, and said
General Wolfe. Sir, said the Scotch officer, with great promptitude,
we never say General Alexander, or General Caesar. Wolfe, who was
within hearing, by a low bow to the Scotch officer, acknowledged the
pleasure he felt at the high compliment.