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I have ordered a dinner to be sent in, — and here, said 

 he, turning, is a friend come to partake of it and your 

 happiness — it was Lady Demiquaver, who rallied Brian 

 upon being a gaol bird, but was very glad he was not 

 pinioned, and could take wing when he pleased. 



The keeper of the prison offered a room for the 

 party's accommodation, and they employed the interval 

 betwixt then and dinner in viewing 



'The secrets of the prison-house.' 



Everything was regular, neat, and clean, and did high 

 credit to Mr. Jones, a man whom no one ever was 

 consigned to without feeling an estimation of his 

 character beyond all praise. A few such men would 

 make the name of a gaoler respected, whilst the Bridles 

 of Ilchester render it a reproach and a disgrace. 



Several of the prison inmates were invited to dinner, 

 with Mr. and Mrs. Jones, the keeper and keepress. 



Nothing could exceed the harmony that prevailed, 

 except the noise outside, that is in Crofton's tap, where 

 Sir Shawn had ordered roast beef and plumb pudding 

 for all the poor prisoners : they had set the piper to 

 work, and care for once seemed to have fled from the 

 precincts of a prison. 



The Baronet, after a few bumpers had passed to the 

 most celebrated toasts, proposed to retire. His carriage 

 was ordered, and bidding adieu to Captain Blake, into 

 it the party stepped, and drove to Merrio7i Square. — 

 Here Brian retired to disrobe, and once more came 

 into company as a well-dressed gentleman, fit to enjoy 

 Life in Ireland. 



The evening was long, and a trip to the Theatre was 



