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vin' to invaigle the polisman, and the ind of it was, that he was 

 obleeged to march off to jail, and there he lay in lavendher, like 

 Paddy Ward's pig, until the 'sizes kem an, and Kishogue, you 

 see, bein' of a high sperrit, did not like the iday at all of beiu' 

 undher a compliment to the king for his lodgin*. Besides, to a 

 chap like him, that was used all his life to goin' round the world 

 for sport, the thoughts o' confinement was altogether contagious, 

 though indeed his friends endayvoured for to make it as agreeable 

 as they could to him, for he was mightily beloved in the coun- 

 thry, and they were goin' to see him mornin, upon, and night — 

 throth, they led the turnkey a busy life, lettin' them in and out, 

 for they wor comin' and goin' evermore, like Mulligan's blanket. 

 Well, at last the 'sizes kem an, and down kem the sheriffs, and 

 the judge, and the jury, and the witnesses, all book-sworn to tell 

 nothin' but the born thruth : and with that, Kishogue was the 

 first that was put on his thrial, for not knowin' the differ betune 

 his own mare and another man's horse, for they wished to give 

 an example to the counthry, and he was bid to howld up his 

 hand at the bar (and a fine big fist he had of his own, by the same 

 token), and up he held it — no ways.danted, at all, but as bowld 

 as a ram. Well, then, a chap in a black coat, and frizzled wig 

 and spectacles gets up, and he reads and reads, that you 'd 

 think he 'd never have done readin' ; and it was all about Kis- 

 hogue — as we heerd afther — but could not make out at the time 

 — and no wondher : and in throth, Kishogue never done the half 

 of what the dirty little ottomy was readin' about him — barrin' he 

 • knew lies iv him; and Kishogue himself, poor fellow, got frek- 

 ened at last, when he heerd him goin' an at that rate about him, 

 but afther a bit he tuk heart and said : — " By this and by that, 

 I never done the half o' that any how!" " Silence in the coort ! ! !'' 

 says the crier — puttin' him down that a-way. Oh there 's no 

 justice for a poor boy at all ! '' Oh murther," says Kishogue, 

 " is a man's life to be swore away afther this manner, and must n't 

 spake a word ? " " Howl your tongue ! " say my lord judge. 

 And so afther some more jabberin' and gibberish, the little man 

 in the spectacles threw down the paper and asked Kishogue if he 

 was guilty or not guilty. " I never 'done it my lord," says 

 Kishogue. "Answer as you are bid, sir," says the spectacle 

 man/. " I 'm innocent, my lord ! " says Kishogue. '* Bad cess 

 to you, can't you say what you 're bid," says ray lord the judge; 

 '* Guilty or not guilty ?" " Not guilty," says Kishogue. " I do n't 

 believe you," says the judge. " Small blame to you ;" says Kis- 

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