LIFE IN IRELAND 



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private gentleman. You could not make a better offer, 

 said Brian, for I never was more inclined to drink the 

 Lord Lieutenant's health in my life. 



The Park entrance to the Viceregal Lodge is a 

 devilish queer one ; you pass through a beautiful 

 shrubbery of bronze trees in blossom, or covered with 

 ripe fruit — grapes and lemons hang in clusters ; these 

 evergreens have arbours made, and seats are placed in 

 every direction : these seats are of more uses than one : 

 you have only to lift the red cover, and will find the 

 NECESSARY accommodation. The interior of the place 

 has not anything worth notice — it is plain and genteel, 

 but no more. 



Here the Lord Luff received, or rather introduced, 

 his friends to the throne room. The devil a throne is 

 in it but a marble chimney-piece, with a gilt crown in 

 the middle of it, and some cross bars on each side : 

 there is a fine long mahogany table, and three or four 

 forms ; but as to a chair, you might as well look for 

 mushrooms on a bowling green. 



This was the King's favourite room when he enjoyed 

 Life in Ireland ; and he delighted to look out of the 

 window, and see the sheep and calves playing before 

 it ; and here he received numerous flocks of sheep and 

 CALVES, from the City and elsewhere. 



We went to see the King, 



And is this the thing, 

 They all exclaim'd with surprise : 



Yes, I am him, you rogue, 



And in true Irish brogue, 

 Have power to d — n your eyes. 



The Lord Lieutenant had ordered a most elegant 



