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sight. May I never blink upon a scrag of mutton, dead 

 or alive, if I did not see a cleboy in a butcher's tray, 

 with two beef bones for sculls, rowing down to the 

 Lighthouse, and a poulterer's bantum-cock in a wicker 

 basket, with a goose wing spread for a sail, steering 

 after him. By my conscience, if you don't rise and 

 get your yacht under way, the way will be stopped 

 entirely ; for the vessels are stuck together so thick and 

 so close in the Bay, there aren't room for a fellow to 

 fall over and be drowned comfortably like a gentleman.' 



Up sprung the Baronet ; he was, it is true, a raal 

 Irishman, but loyal to the backbone ; he had the mis- 

 fortune, like many others, to have some of his relations 

 hung up amidst wind and weather during the rebellion, 

 but that is so common a thing, that it is never reflected 

 upon ; true it is that in genteel Dublin company, no 

 one will be so rude as to mention a halter; the cap 

 would fit so many, that they would be sure to quarrel 

 for it. Sir Shawn was truly loyal, and he looked upon 

 the dissensions amongst his countrymen as arising 

 more from religious animosities, than any defect in the 

 government or antipathy to the ruling powers; he made 

 proper allowances for the whiskeyfied temper of honest 

 Pat, and was willing to believe that all his errors were 

 those of the head and not of the heart ; and as he was 

 a good subject himself, he inclined to believe all around 

 him were the same ; he had nothing to hope for or 

 wish from Government ; his fortune was immense, and 

 he would not have exchanged the title of Sir Shawn 

 O'DoGHERTY for Lord of Ireland. 



' Gram,' said Sir Shawn, ' stump and call up Brian 

 BoRU — and then be down upon the Quay — order my 



