66 LIFE IN IRELAND 



' Are you all in ? ' said the ugly thief-looking driver, 

 'are you all in?' 'All here, my hearty, drive along.' 

 ' That I will ; but sure your honour won't hinder a body 

 from arning a tenpenny ; here 's a gemman wants to 

 send his pig to meet the king's arrival; 'tis a talking 

 pig, a walking pig, and a very loyal pig, for he never 

 grunts except he is ordered ; it will sleep between your 



knees as cool and as quiet as Mrs. W when she 



ran to the Marquis of A .' 'Admit the pig,' said 



Sir Shawn, ' drive on ! ' 



Away they went; Bloody Bridge was soon passed 

 over. Hungry Hill not noticed, the car drove up to 

 Mother Coogan's door at Ringsend, and Miss Pebby 

 appeared at the door to welcome the party. Here old 

 Evans shewed his well painted face, and demanded to 

 stand pilot for Sir Shawn O'Dogherty. 'Didn't I,' 

 says he, ' pilot your great grandfather out of Dublin Bay 

 forty years ago? and was he not drowned by my direc- 

 tion, inasmuch as you see I didn't see the rock that 

 sunk the vessel, and never again seed him till he was 

 dead as a herring.' 'You shall be my pilot,' said the 

 Baronet, 'and now we are off, for I want to be at 

 Howth in the twinkling of an eye ; my yacht 's in the 

 Bay.' 'Come along,' said Murphy; 'All's w^ell; I'll 

 bring you to the Pier before you can say Murphy, will 

 you drink ! May be you mane to ask me now, and 

 keep me from telling a lie.' ' Good ! ' said Sir Shawn ; 

 ' tip him a whistler, and let us be moving.' Away ran 

 the car, and in twenty minutes they stepped on board 

 the Baronet's yacht, and steered away free for Dunleary. 



Those w^ho have not been in the Bay of Dublin can 

 form but a very inadequate idea of its beauties ; I can- 



