224 LIFE IN IRELAND 



Yonder long emaciated being is a celebrated trans- 

 lator of Irisli, and was formerly Secretary to the Gaelic 

 Society; his talents are extensive, and he is always in 

 a broivn study ; he never exchanges one word with any 

 one, and lives upon a small annuity from the bounty of 

 Lord Belmore ; his mode of living is strange, and at 

 the same time very methodical. 



Potatoes for breakfast, dinner, and supper, with milk 

 and eggs, never by any chance tasting meat; and 

 possibly he swallows three pints of raw whiskey every 

 day, generally calling for a naggin at once, which he 

 drinks from the measure, with a lump of sugar in his 

 mouth. 



The person next to him is a Captain in his Majesty's 

 Royal Navy : he has lost one of his eyes, and an arm ; 

 has his half-pay and a pension ; his debts are small, 

 but he has been five years in this place : he is presi- 

 dent of the club for relieving poor debtors, and dis- 

 tributes the charities of the prison : he often goes 

 out, attended by an officer, and collects money for the 

 prisoners. He writes letters for all those who cannot 

 write, and always carries his pockets filled with tobacco 

 — shag^ ladies' twisty and leaf- — which he gives freely to 

 all who chew, but not a bit to a smoker ; smoking he 



exclaims against as a d d Frenchified thing, and a 



disgrace to a man. He would be a very great loss to 

 this prison, if ever he takes it in his head to go out, but 

 I verily believe he is at his last moorings, and will never 

 lift his anchor or make sail again. 



The black man with the white hat on his head, and 

 in a planter's dress, is one of the richest men in the 

 Emperor Christophe's dominions. He came here from 



