LIFE IN IRELAND 17 



bloodshed and murder, arise from as trivial causes as 



this ; my unfortunate countrymen enter on a fray for 



sport, and never thitik of the consequences that may 



follow until they are all kilt on the spot. If this be 



Low Life in the country, I 'm for High Life in Dublin, 



where I suppose people may scratch their head without 



fear of having their ivig broke.' 



Patrick Mooney, who was as anxious to get to Dublin 



as his master, roused him long before day had set her 



watch-tower in the skies. 'Why, Mooney, you're better 



than a Break-of-day Boy.' ' Yes, your honour, I went 



to bed full dressed, so that I mightn't be long putting 



on my clothes in the morning.' Brian was satisfied, 



the greyhounds occupied the place of Peg O'Shambles, 



the bays were in high mettle ; 



Two precious souls, and both agog, 

 They dash'd through thick and thin. 



Nothing particular occurred during the remainder of 

 the journey; Brian was musing on the joys to come, 

 and thinking how Shawn O'Dogherty would run mad 

 to receive him, when Mooney exclaimed, ' Mother of 

 a sinner, what a fine place ! ' and his master lifting his 

 eyes beheld the city and bay of Dublin before him — 



Hail to thee, friendship's seat ! Eblana, hail ! 

 Of power to make the cheek of Envy pale : 

 In thy proud port see every flag unfurl'd, 

 From every kingdom of the expanded world ; 

 Towering o'er all the union waves its wing, 

 Pride of three kingdoms, gloiy of their King, 

 Thy Shamrock, which heaven's glittering dews emboss, 

 Twines round the roses of St. George's cross ; 

 United now at Freedom's sacred shrine, 

 All England's glories, weal, and dangers thine. 

 B 



