50 LIFE IN IRELAND 



made as much noise as the best. It was not the inten- 

 tion of our heroes to accept of bed and board, though 

 another bottle would have pinned them to the tail of 

 a duckling till morning. A ten pound note contented 

 Sally, and a good supper pleased the wenches ; Sir 

 Shawn O'Dogherty made Poll Kettlewell a handsome 

 present, in order to appease Sal when he was gone. 

 Sal offered her chariot with the bays and greys, but it 

 was declined, and a chair having been provided for the 

 Captain, out they sallied, singing 



Right leg, left leg, upper leg, under leg, 

 Patrick's Day in the morning. 



A more good-humoured fellow in his cups did not 

 exist than Sir Shawn, nor a more mischievous one. 

 The Devil does not hate holy-water more than a Dublin 

 boy does a watchman, and some obstruction our hero 

 had met with from these disturbers of the peace, rankled 

 in his mind, and always came uppermost when he was 

 mellow. 



In making way down Dame Street with distended 

 lungs, that made many an old maid pop her head out 

 of the window, and enquire ' If the rebels were up, 

 and ravishment going to begin,' an unfortunate Charley 

 blundered out of Trinity Lane, and trod on the toes of 

 Sir Shawn O'Dogherty. With one blow of his fist 

 he levelled him on the pavement, and with one kick of 

 his foot sent his lanthorn across the street into a pane 

 of the Commercial Building's window on the first floor. 

 The rattles sounded left and right, like a storm of play- 

 house hail, and the gf-eat-coatcd boobies came pouring 

 down to the charge like pigs in a gale of wind. Our 



