LIFE IN IRELAND 12 



or the strength of a rebel, he is always correct in his 

 undertakings. There are many worse fellows in his 

 occupation and very few better.' 



By this time our heroes had reached Merion Square, 

 and retired to roost, satisfied with the Life in Dublin 

 they had so pleasantly enjoyed. Brian dreamt of all 

 he had seen, and, in fact, could not sleep for dreaming. 



' Dreams are but interludes which fancy makes, 

 When Monarch Reason sleeps, the mimic wakes, 

 Compounds a medley of disjointed things, 

 A mob of Coblers and a court of Kings.' 



Dreams often prove true ; at breakfast next morning 

 Captain Grammachree stumped in with his smile and 

 salutation of ' Here I am, hearty and fat like a widow's 

 pig. How are you all, rank and file ? ' His presence 

 was always the forerunner of joy, but this day he 

 seemed more elated than usual. ' Going to the Castle 

 this evening?' said Sir Shawn. 'The Levee be 

 bothered!' replied Grammachree; 'there is no life in 

 the Castle; all still puppets, moving automatons, 

 dancing sharps and flats, enough to make a fellow eat 

 his knuckles from ennui. Come with me, I '11 intro- 

 duce you to a scene that don't happen seven times in 

 a twelvemonth ; all will be life and jollity ; it an't worth 

 while to tell you what you '11 see, for when you see it 

 you will know. Master Brian never saw such a scene 

 in Limerick. We must go to the Liberty and get some 

 new suits of old clothes ; let me alone for finding out 

 a rag-man. Come, bear away, and I '11 show you the 

 fun of 



A COAL PORTER'S WEDDING.' 



