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They seiz'd him, they bound him, they call'd it their duty, 

 And firm was his soul as death rose to his view ; 



The hand of a Patriot, he said, won't polkite you, 

 Stranger, my thanks, and eternal adieu. 



Tears fall from mine eyes, the soft impulse of nature, 

 As the cold dews of death settled damp on each feature ; 

 With the last breath of life he address'd his Creator, 

 And sigh'd in death's agonies — Erin go Bragh. 



I cannot say but the verses are very good, and worthy 

 of the subject ; at the same time, Moo?iey, give me my 

 boots, for by Jasus you are gaping hke a horse going to 

 be shoedj and want me to give you a tip on the ear, so 

 you do. 



Mooiiey started as if from a dream, and accommo- 

 dated his master; at the same time observing, — 'Och, 

 your honour, I '11 pit the County of Gahvay against all 

 Christendom iox poets ^ girls, and s??iuggled gi?i — nothing 

 like it — this place is the devil. I '11 ask your honour at 

 some fiitu7'ious day, when you have less than nothing 

 to do, to write me a bit of an epithet on my sister, who 

 is dead: and by Jasus I'll put it on a wooden tomb- 

 stone over her grave.' 



END OF CHAPTER XXT. 



