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rounded him (by my soul ! and they looked for all the 

 world like Vinegar Hill pikemen) with Sir Charles 

 Grant sparkling in the mountebank dress of the i8th 

 Hussars. 



The procession moved by the Circular Road, called 

 so because it runs in a direct line to Dublin, through 

 Eccles Street, Hardwig Place, Temple Street, Gardiner's 

 Row, Cavendish Row, and Sackville Street, where a 

 triumphal half-moon arch was constructed by Morrison, 

 the College Architect, who never designed anything 

 before but a necessary building to Lord Charlemont's 

 lodge ; here the Lord Mayor presented His Majesty 

 with the keys of — what ? Why, Newgate, I suppose, for 

 how the Devil could Dublin City have any keys, when 

 it has neither gates or walls, or anything like it, save 

 and except a chevaux de frize to keep the sea from 

 breaking over the Pigeon-House? 'Take back,' said 

 His Majesty, ' arrah ! my honey, take back your keys, 

 they couldn't be in better hands.' Upon which the 

 new Baronet put them into his breeches pocket, with 

 a grace that would have done honour to a spalpeen 

 buttoning down the tenpenny he had received in charity. 

 Two Marchionesses and one foreign Princess (I forgot 

 her name, for the window looked very hazy, and I 

 couldn't read her countenance) nodded familiarly to the 

 King, and he bowed familiarly in return. Och ! the 

 cheerings of the mob were beautiful in the extreme, and 

 to see the King's right daddle fly alternately from his 

 heart to the shamrock in his hat was quite theatrical ; 

 Kean couldn't have done much better in Sir Giles 

 Overreach. At the Exchange a beautiful living vulture 

 was let down by a new piece of whipcord, and his 



