LIFE IN IRELAND 135 



'D — n you and Moll Kelly,' said Sir Shawn, 'not a 

 word more out of your Galway mouth, or I '11 have you 

 lock'd up in a crack.' — Mooney was dished. On our 

 heroes went. They were regularly introduced to the 

 Viceroy's chair ; he was a good fellow, and totally 

 forgot that Thursday was Levee day. ' What 's to be 

 done now,' said Sir Shawn to Sir Charles Vernon, 

 'I must, and will make my bow.' 'Then off to the 

 Phcenix Park, he's there.' 'Aye, and so will I be 

 soon.' — Away they ran, jumped into the carriage, and 

 before they had driven half iv ay down the liberty^ they 

 were halfwdiy to the Park. The Phoenix stood upon 

 the top of his perch, like a Billy Duck on a Mopstick, 

 and the trees on every side waved their green heads in 

 the gale just like rotten cabbages turning blue for want 

 of boiling. The Lord Luff received our heroes politely, 

 and kindly j he apologized for his absence from the 

 Castle, by saying he was not there ; this was k7iown 

 before, but as a compliment, was supposed to be 

 unknown. Brian was gratified by a shake of the 

 hand, and an invitation to partake of a cold collation 

 followed. This cold collation (as it is usual in Ireland) 

 consisted of all the hot meats which could be cook'd 

 in Dublin, and no sooner was it over, than away went 

 his Grace, the Secretary, Brian, Sir Shawn, Sir 

 Charles Vernon, Lady Arabella, to enjoy the 

 pleasures of a Boat Race on Horseback. Reader, I don't 

 apprehend you ever were at Chapelegoe, to eat straw- 

 berries ; if you had, it might give you some idea of a 

 Boat Race on the Royal Canal, for strawberries and water 

 are very closely connected ; I hate all comparisons, so 

 make it yourself. 



