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old Gram. 'Why, my legs and my inclination, and be 



d d to you ' ; 'tis those that carry a man any way 



against his will. To attest the truth of what he said, 



he threw off the horse rug, and showed a Christian-like 



face, which Sir Shawn had known upon the town for 



some half dozen years ; it was no other than Jean 



Shanghaessey from the liberty, who finding Gramma- 



chree half seas over, had taken the liberty of bringing 



him to an anchor in Blanket Bay, amidst two score of 



fireships, all commodiously moor'd head and stern ; 



here might be seen, by the help of a candle stuck in a 



lump of clay, the fat and frowsy alderman, Dear Lie, 



by the side of a lady not large enough to form one 



of his spare-ribs \ nearly in contact with him the very 



delicate and delicious Tom Slender, Esq., roosted 



under the arm of Moll Donovan, the female Lambert of 



Dublin ; from every nursery peep'd out some singular 



Polls, one mark'd with blue devils under and over his 



eyes ; another covered with soot, and a third covered 



with mud, all in a professional way, all labouring in 



their peculiar vocation ; upon the hearth a few sods 



of turf were glimmering, scarcely throwing out heat 



sufficient to warm an old tabby cat, and a sow with a 



litter of young ones, that occupied the parson's corner, 



and snor'd by hereditary right at a sovereign rate. The 



walls were marked with letters, or rather names, oddly 



spelt, and the once white-washed roof was ran over 



with senitncQs pefined from the blaze of a candle ; what 



is in London gaols termed a dunniken^ was fixed behind 



the door, emitting a smell so fragrant, as to compel 



our pair of adventurous travellers to sneeze, and albeit, 



often put their noses in a parenthesis. 



