i6o LIFE IN IRELAND 



tude of failings, we are not going to part with him 

 before he has made us laugh a little longer, and grow 

 better in his company. 



We are on the same good terms with Brian Boru : 

 he improves under his tutor's hands, and before he 

 quits Dublin, shall be both an accomplished and a 

 true good humoured gentleman. 



The last-named hero rose at his usual hour of seven 

 o'clock, and having no pressing appointment, he took 

 a morning's walk up the Banks of the Canal ; this is 

 pleasing employment for an idle person ; he can sit 

 when he pleases on the grass, bathe, or walk at his 

 leisure, whilst every hundred yards he advances he will 

 be certain to find a pretty girl, and a drop of whiskey 

 punch to comfort the cockles of his heart. This is not 

 the case in London, where, should you happen to live 

 in Boiv Lane, Love Lane, or Petticoat Lane, you are 

 compelled to start for the country before daylight, and 

 are quite exhausted with fatigue before you get out of 

 town ; and when you are out of town, as it is called, you 

 are sure to be in some other : for instance, at the East 

 End^ you have not turned your back upon Whitechapel 

 Chui'ch and the London Hospital, before you are in Mile 

 End, Bow, and Romford. Go from Hyde Park Corner, 

 the J Fes tern extreme of London, you tumble through 

 Saint George's Hospital into Tattersal's auction room 

 for brute beasts, and if you escape kicking to death, 

 you must squeeze through the Lock Hospital for prosti- 

 tutes and pickpockets : when you recover your road, 

 you have horse and foot guard barracks to pass, where 

 you stand a very good chance of being Francisficated 

 or Honeyfied — in short, or rather in long, you must 



