LIFE IN IRELAND 87 



I 'm glad to see you ; that 's because, you know, 

 Here I must gladly see both friend and foe ; 

 Still in the Ton, both impudent and bright, 

 Was sure to see you tho' 'twere pitch-dark night.' 



Here the muse of Brian fell fast asleep, and I, as 

 editor, will endeavour to keep my readers awake with 

 a few necessary remarks. 



Lord Kingston was a prisoner to the Wexford rebels 

 in 1798; he made them some promises for his life, 

 which General Johnson found it expedient to laugh at. 

 He weareth a huge pair of whiskers, which is the only 

 part of the royal livery \\& puts o?i. The King appeared 

 on the Pier of Howth in a plain blue surtout and 

 travelling cap, and shook hands cordially with all that 

 were come-at-able ; I hope he got nothing by it. Old 

 Lord Howth is the poor proprietor of the Hill of 

 Howth ; he also welcomed the King. Once he thought 

 to have made a good thing of the harbour formed 

 betwixt his rock and the rock called Ireland's Eye, but 

 the thing has turned out ' all my eye and Betty Martin.' 

 A moderate tempest destroyed the labour of jzf 50,000, 

 and the thing is worse than before. There were few 

 people to welcome the King, as more than 200,000 

 souls had gone to Dunleary, where he was expected to 

 land ; those who were present greeted their Sovereign 

 most cheeringly, and he drove away in General Bloom- 

 field's carriage, leaving behind him the length of his 

 foot for Paddy to take measure of as a memorial of his 

 landing. 



Having mentioned ?mddleme?i, it may be right just 

 to hint what sort of creatures they are, and of what stuff 

 they are made. 



