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bonnet off as pretty a little tulip as ever walked upon 

 two faultless limbs to the grave. Brian was caught, 

 his fine-spun ideas vanished like transient thoughts, 

 that leave no firm impression upon the brain, except 

 the one, — thai such things ivere, and you are glad they 

 are gone. He involuntarily paused and pondered, and 

 finally followed her footsteps. 



I saw thy pulses maddening play, 

 Wild soar'd the pleasure's devious way, 

 Misled by fancy's meteor ray, 



By passion driven ; 

 But yet the light that led astray, 



Was light from heaven. 



This might well be applied to Brian Boru, who had 

 soon taken the frigate in tow, and thought no more of 

 Bob Johnston's cures, Religion and Virtue^ than he 

 did of committing a murder. 



Sally Jenkinson was a Liverpool fair, but no relation 

 of the great Earl who rules the roast in the King's 

 kitchen, though she had ruled the roast in more kitchens 

 than one. At the age of sixteen she was seduced from 

 home by the famous Buck Whaley, oi Stephen's Green : 

 her sister also was seduced by the same man; and, 

 strange as it is true, they both lived with him under the 

 same roof — 'tis but charitable to say, that one had no 

 knowledge of the other's intimacy for some time with 

 the depraved ^ Buck of Ireland.^ When things were 

 brought to light, jealousy ensued, and in a rage the 

 elder sister stabbed W^haley in the side : he lingered 

 long, and finally died of the wound — no trial ever took 

 place, and little Sally came from the Isle of Man to 

 seek her fortune in Dublin : she had met with old Sir 



