LIFE IN IRELAND 41 



Her Ladyship bade adieu with vivacity, and curtsey- 

 ing to Brian with an air none but herself could assume, 

 said, ' Remember your engagement to-morrow evening, 

 and I '11 make you remember me.' ' Bedershin ! ' {inay 

 be so), said the abashed Brian. ' Why, Brian, you 're 

 quite struck; a cock looking at chalk; it's all up with 

 you — bottom up, like Lord Clare in the fish pond ! ' 

 laughed Sir Shawn. ' Bedershin ! ' sighed Brian. ' By 

 Jasus!' stammered Grammachree, 'he's withered like a 

 potatoe top in a sunny day, and looks as green upon 

 it as a dish of Calecannon made of frosty cabbage.' 

 ' Bedershin ! ' returned Brian, leaning with his hands 

 on his knees supporting his chin, and musing of 



' Unutterable things.' 



'We'll have some sport,' said Sir Shawn. 'With all 

 my heart ! ' said Grammachree. ' Bedershin ! ' groaned 

 Brian. The Captain beckoned a breechless spalpeen, 

 who flew to Jones's and returned with a cooper of crusty ^ 

 which soon restored Brian to his senses ; 



' The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.' 



The joke, and even the song went round ; and as 

 evening closed, every party struck up a simultaneous 

 stanza, and Captain Grammachree exerted his lungs as 

 follows : — 



SONG 



BLACK ROCK, or WIGS ON THE GREEN 



Who has e'er been at Dublin must sure know the place, 

 The seat of all elegance, beauty, and grace ; 

 Where drinking and dancing and friendship are seen 

 To end in a battle, and wigs on the green. 



