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soap^ half melted candles^ and salt sugar candy. I was 

 too good an officer ever to do more than return to 

 Government anything of use — no, I had my cue — my 

 helm was tickled, my timbers greased ; a very small 

 return saved my good name, and kept me on good 

 terms with my coiitrabatid customers. 



' I managed to get a good name ; and as the Ruction 

 began, I became a deputy recruitmg serjeaut to the 

 corps of Yeomanry and the East India Company. In 

 this way I figured very efficiently, and sent in the space 

 of one year seve?i hundred men to the depot for trans- 

 portation, and treble that number to the entrepots for 

 home consumption. Och, Sirs, and I found food for 

 gunpowder all over the Counties of Wicklow, Fer- 

 managh, and abroad too. — Nothing better to stop a 

 bullet, and embody a bit of lead, than an Irishman's 

 body and bones. 



' When the war spread in and near Dublin, I was 

 called out, and distinguished myself in many engage- 

 ments, particularly that in Carr's manufactory, where 

 Duggan got a pension for swearing away the lives of 

 twenty men^ and I got twenty cuts and stabs for going 

 to support him. I w^ent because I was ordered, and 

 did as I was bid. The sin was upon the head of those 

 that sent me — for it mattered not to me whether I was 

 shooting and killing hogs or rebels^ so that I was ordered 

 to do so ; and when once I receive an order, I execute 

 it to the best of my power, even if I execute my own 

 friends in the execution. 



' Many officers get forw^ard with less claims to public 

 approbation and reward than I have done. I marched 

 at the head of my serjeanfs party as intrepid as a 



