LIFE IN IRELAND 255 



CHAPTER XXI 



A comfortable party — Downshire Bet and the lady— Gram come 

 from Galway — A bastard and a bargain — New love and comfort- 

 able sleeping — A parish priest's letter — The rebel's fate — Poets, 

 girls, and smuggled gin. 



NO ruifiatio?t had taken place, and all the fears 

 of Patrick Mooney were only fears of his own, 

 and did not matter anything to our noble party. In 

 truth, Brian was malty^ and his friend Sir Shawn 

 O'DoGHERTY reeling ripe for fun. The st?-awberries 

 from Chepeligod had been tinctured a little with 

 brandy, and her Ladyships as well as the Downshire 

 Lassie, were in a giggling humour — up stairs they went, 

 and Moo?iey, as he followed the Downshire Lass, 

 groaned and uttered, ' Och hone, och hone, by Saint 

 Patrick, a new passport to the Sheriff's Prison, and 

 Master's undone for ever.' 



Arrived in the drawing-room. Lady Demiquaver and 

 the fair frail one from Dow?ishire sat down Jig by Jowl 

 on the sofa, and the two worthies turned their stern- 

 posts to the fire, as it is very customary in Ireland for 

 ge7itlemen to do, when they have nothing else to do. 

 What shall we do to while away the evening? said the 

 Baronet ; I have a plan in my head, and I will sit down 

 blood and 'ounds, roar'd a figure in full regimentals, 



