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pores of the iron and gave it a most delicious flavour. 

 Whether or not it is the case I am no competent judge, 

 never having dined at the Struggler, and am sure that 

 I never shall. My struggles through life have been 

 very severe; I have struggled very hard for a dinner, 

 and been disappointed after all ; I have also more than 

 three nights out of four supped with Duke Hu77ip}irey ^ 

 a thing by no means agreeable to one who prefers low 

 company and a full stomach to high life and hunger. 

 Nevertheless, these heartrending things have qualified 

 me to attempt this account of Life in Ireland, 

 which, if I die I am certain I shall never live to finish, 

 and the reader will have no cause to regret the 

 circumstance. 



Nothing of moment occurred to our adventurers ; 

 they down'd with the tenpennies, and hastily taking a 

 rummer of whiskey punch, shaped their course for 

 Bedfordshire most plaguily tired, and at the same time 

 pleased with their excursion. Major Gfammachfee 

 had also found his way home, and in the arms of 

 Murphy {alias Morpheus), even Life in Ireland, 

 noisy as it may be, was hushed into tranquil repose 

 for a few hours. 



END OF chapter XIII. 



