52 LIFE IN IRELAND 



his pins, paid the reckoning for his fall in noble style. 

 Grammachree, unable to move for want of his timber 

 toe, shoved off the chair top, and elevating his hat 

 upon his cane, halloo'd ' Cut away for life and death 

 in Dublin ! and hll the gutters for dogs, cats, and 

 sausage-makers to-morrow morning.' 



At this moment who should arrive to witness the 

 fray but old Ned Mulrony the chimney-sweep. Sir 

 Shawn made a dash at his three-tier wig, and just as 

 Thorn Shederrick ran at him with open jaws, bawling 

 ' Pace ! in the King's name ! ' rammed it bang into his 

 mouth, and down his throat for aught I know to the 

 contrary, and at the same time he tipped him a left- 

 handed clink on the mazza?'d, which put his pimple in 

 chancery, making the whites of his blifikers turn up, like 

 a fool in want of a friend's advice. 



This and the appearance of Town-Major Sirr with 

 the Castle guard, put an end to the row. The Major 

 took the honour of our heroes for their appearance next 

 morning before the Lord Mayor, and Brian, who had 

 lost the skirts of his coat, threw the Sweep's chimney- 

 cloth over his shoulder, and both staggered off bare- 

 headed, leaving Grammachree to find his way home 

 with the chairmen, who trotted off with him the instant 

 they beheld Major Sirr; 'for, bad luck to him!' said 

 they, ' dident he shoot Fitzgerald that was a Lord, and 

 won't he shoot us two-legged poneys in a pig's ivhisper 

 vfidoni SiXiy remorse/illness}' Those who have been in 

 Dublin when the nation was up, knew that after nine at 

 night no one could tramp the streets without a pass, 

 wanting which you stood a prime chance of having a 

 soldier's h^yon^i passed through your potatoe bag. This 



