266 LIFE IN IRELAND 



CHAPTER XXII 



A morning meeting — The dogs and a wooden leg for breakfast — 

 A pig hunt at the Phoenix Park, and a broken limb — Entrance to 

 the Lodge — A necessary one — The King's habits, and a cold 

 collation. 



THE mind needs a little respite, and so does the 

 reader ; for which purpose I have closed my 

 chapter rather abruptly, leaving Brian Boru pulling 

 on his boots : they are now on, and we shall go to 

 work with ease and comfort. 



Sir Shawn O'Dogherty was announced, and 

 ushered in by Patrick Mooney^ who gloried in being 

 master of the ceremony to one who never stood upon 

 ceremony at all. — Well, where and what shall we do, 

 said the Baronet, this must not be an idle day. — It 

 has not been idle with me, for I have read a long letter 

 from Galway, and that from a Parish Priest : I have 

 read also a copy of verses upon the death of a Rebel ; 

 and have appointed Grammachree agent for all my 

 estates in Galway. 



You could not do better, says his friend, for Gram 

 is as good a trump as ever lived ; and if we can per- 

 suade him to go down and live in one of your farm 

 houses, it will be for the comfort of your friend, and 

 the good of all around him. It is true, we shall lose a 



