This evening the whole town was in a royal uproar with a grand dinner, given by the officers of the Jersey militia to the General, Sir Colin Campbell, in honour of his Majesty's birthday, at the ‘Sun’ inn, which was close adjoining my quarters. Cannons, drums, trumpets, guns, two hundred jolly boys getting uproariously drunk, with incessant hurrahing and singing, bands of music, fireworks, rabbles of boys by hundreds screaming ready to split the rocks, and, in short, such a spree as could not be surpassed if Old Nick's dominions were broken loose.