76 LIFE IN IRELAND 



CHAPTER VII 



Old King Cole — Low Life in a cellar — Irish remedy for a 

 drunken wife— Supper in Dawson Street— Irish Newspapers— 

 The sun in a new head-dress — Window-tax — Typhus fever — 

 Court of Enquiry— A steam-packet Ode to George the Fourth 

 — True account of the royal disembarkation at Howth — Moving 

 Bogs— Dirty work for the k — g — Convents — Country beauties — 

 Dick Martin — Middle men — Female tales — Irish knights — KlNG 

 lands — A pillar committee — A militiaman's zeal fundamentally 

 exemplified — L— d K — g — n — Seeing in the dark. 



IN the midst of this joUification, the yacht came to 

 an anchor in Pool Beg, with a Bull^ on either 

 side of her, whose roarings were most tremendous. 

 Sir Shawn and his party now entered the boat and 

 proceeded to Ringsend, where they landed and footed 

 it up to town across the Dock Gates and up the Quay. 

 In passing near Jacob's Hotel a female voice was 

 heard bawling most piteously ' Murder ! murder ! help 

 for the sake of God's mother ! ' Captain Grammachree 

 was in the act of putting his timber toe on the first step 

 of a cellar door, from whence the sounds issued, when 

 a strapping blacksmith, full six feet high, popped his 

 head up, and in answer to the enquiry of 'What the 

 Devil's the matter?' replied, scratching his head, 

 * Och ! your honour, it is my wife has been after getting 



^ The North and South Bulls are two dangerous shoals at the 

 entrance to the Harbour of Dublin. 



