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pleasant companion, but then we shall add a new 

 lease of his life, and insure his health for many a future 

 day. 



I intend, said Brian, also to visit my estate annually, 

 whilst I continue to enjoy Life in Dublin ; it is a 

 duty I owe to those from whom I derive the means of 

 existence, and I am rather in arrears with those who 

 are in advance to me. 



I '11 go with you, exclaimed the Baronet, whenever 

 you like ; I '11 go to Galway, and see what life is like 

 in the western extremity of Paddy's Land. So hark 

 forward ; buckle-to the bays, and away we go. But 

 I say, Brian, wouldn't you like to take the Boru lass 

 with us ? 



I would not leave her behind for all the wealth of 

 WiCKLOw; she is an angel, and I am an angel's very 

 obedient humble servant and friend : let us at this 

 moment go. 



' Murder, murder ! big blood and turf, am I to be 

 murdered upon a staircase in this unchristian-like 

 manner?' — This exclamation roused our heroes; they 

 flew to the door, and behold the Newfoundland dog 

 kept by Patrick Mooney to open the door when he was 

 absent, had seized Grammachree by the wooden leg, 

 and pinned him fast to the bannister. 



Brian's greyhounds were not very slack, and each 

 had hold of a lappet of his coat — aye, his best regi- 

 mental coat ; and he struggled in vain to escape from 

 his foes. 



Mooney was absent, and those faithful guardians did 

 their duty, and would not allow a soul to pass without 

 leave. Sir Shawn laughed immoderately, and so did 



