54 LIFE IN IRELAND 



'Arrah, man!' said Brian, 'can't you see the name 

 of Hardwicke and Wickham there in the corner ? ' 

 ' Bad manners to your impudence ! do you think I 

 can't read because I loves to take time upon my duty ? 

 sure and I 've seen the name of Vice-boy Hardwig and 



Secretary Wigham as often as . Here, a file of you 



see these J()?tfkmefi safe home, and if they be after giving 

 you a few ten pennies I '11 have you tried for taking 

 bribes if you don't bring them to Corporal Kilkenny 

 for his opinion on the same ; you always have that for 

 nothing, which is all the share of any thing you '11 ever 

 get from me.' 



Brian soon found himself in Morrison's Hotel, and 

 Sir Shawn, after a strict ablution, bundled into bed 

 in Merion Square. Whilst he slept dreaming of the 

 follies of a day, Brian, who possessed a harder head, 

 called for a bowl of punch, pen, ink, and paper, and 

 invoked his Connaught Muse to inspire him with 



LIFE IN DUBLIN! 



SONG 



DUBLIN NUISANCES, or DOWN WITH THE 



WA TCHMEN 



Tune—' Our Polly is a sad slut.' 



Sure Sally is a sad slut, 



What would the jade be a'ter ? 

 So well she knows the game of put, 



You 'd think the Devil taught her ; 

 So tight and trim she keeps the girls, 



So nice and so enticing, 

 That he who looks, or he who sleeps, 



Sees something — aye, surprising. 



