142 LIFE IN IRELAND 



perhaps never known over the fish-pond-, it is that 

 strange partiality, that an Irishman has to his 

 countrymen ; he will lend to him in all difficulties, 

 he will attend him in all his troubles, he will never 

 abandon him in all his distresses, until he finds that 

 the man has been dishonourable, and then he will 

 immediately discard him. 



It is true that much loiv life may be seen in Dublin, 

 and it is also true, that we are not much acquainted 

 wnth it ; these scenes are not habitual as they are in 

 London, and we have no objection to state what we 

 have seen. The flags on the Liffey were gloriously 

 flowing, and all the lads from the cotton manufactory 

 reloosed their heels ; their heads were not seen, except 

 in a sort of Camera Obsciira ; it was just the same, for 

 no brilliance could be expected from such block- 

 heads. 



Sir Shawn O'Dogherty and Brian Boru mingled 

 in the scene, and turn'd into a cellar near Dirty-lane ; 

 'twas an odd look-out ; here were spread more than 

 thirty beds, all in neat trim. The inmates laid heel and 

 poi7it^ quite at home. 



In passing the Middk-roiv, Sir Shawn stumbled 

 upon a wooden leg and fell. ^ Bother atio7i^^ said Brian 

 Boru, 'what makes you fall?' 'Because I can't stand 

 up,' said his friend; behold when the scenes were 

 explor'd, nothing came in contact but Captain Gram- 

 machree's leg ; this was an obstacle easy removed, 

 and henceforth we will travel on unaccompanied by 

 his timber toe. 



'What the devil brings you here, in God's name?' 

 said the Baronet. ' What brought you here ? ' replied 



