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CHAPTER XIII 



Scenery at Balbriggan — Meeting with Lady Demiquaver — Belle 

 Vue — The word of a Demirep — A view from Dirty Lane— The 

 Life of a Lawyer — Dublin Four Courts — Seats of Justice — Lord 

 Quiverwit — Culpable Homicide by compulsion — A Woman guilty 

 of Manslaughter — A Bogtrotting Beauty at the Bar— Good 

 reasons for Sheep-stealing — An absent Council — Thady Muck- 

 MUTTOX and Bob Johnston— Comfort to those going to be 

 hang'd, or let them do it— Monody in prose upon Drunken Bob 

 — Compunctions of Conscience, or Lady Muchaulty upper- 

 most — Crim. Con. and Counsellor Philips — Hot Beef-steaks at 

 the Struggler — Pat Dueginan and his new- cooking apparatus — 

 — Virtues of Bog-turf — Struggles to live, and a slumber in the 

 Arms of Murphy. 



THOSE who have not been at Balbriggan can have 

 nothing to say to its beauties or its imperfec- 

 tions. The waves on every side were in motion, and 

 so was the elbow of Brian Boru, who had uncorked 

 a glass of as pure port as was ever made in the Province 

 of Ulster. 



I hate to describe any scene with the pen which a 

 man can see with the eye, for the trouble of looking 

 thirteen miles from Dublin before the head of his 

 horses. But there is a somewhat in the air of Balbriggan 

 that renders a man lively. Aye and a w^oman also, 

 though at many and often times a fellow does not want 

 a woman to be in a state of jollification. 



There are a fine swell of mountains rising from 



