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do her some sarvice, and she knew, as well as I do, 

 that liberality was one of his numerous failings — aye, 

 and she determined to profit by it, if she could, to any 

 extent that was possible. 



The situation of Brian Boru and his fair enamorata 

 was one that any person of taste might envy, for she 

 was truly a handsome woman, and he a handsome 

 man : their dispositions were both mild and amiable, 

 nor had they a single fault, but the fault that made 

 them happy, and such faults are the only real blessings 

 heaven bestows upon us frail mortals. 



In the morning all our slumberers met in the draw- 

 ing-room, quite happy, if you could judge from their 

 countenances and expressions. Lady Demiquaver pre- 

 served her usual Je ne scats quoi, and the Doivnshire 

 Lass her usual rosy cheeks and open smile. Brian 

 looked alternately red and white, and Sir Shawn 

 looked upon all his friends with a pleasing aspect. 



Breakfast was served up in the highest order; the 

 Saffi'on cake was like pure Wickloiv gold; eggs from 

 Beggars Bush, and pickelets from Mrs. Thoragoes, 

 were prime, and much relished. 



It now became necessary that a something should be 

 struck out for the day's amusement. Lady Demiquaver 

 had business which called her home, and bade adieu 

 in high spirits, giving Brian permission to visit her in 

 the evening. 



Sir Shawn whipt a ten pounder into the glove of 

 Doivnshire Sally, and told her he should be down 

 upon her quarters by midnight. Thus were our heroes 

 left alone. — The man who presumes to write Life in 

 Ireland should always be in company, for there is so 



