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them had bolted — in the hurry he minded not to whom 

 he gave them, nor did his friends observe. 



This was rather mortifying, and gave rise to some 

 humour amongst the spectators : however, they retired 

 to Darby Pheely's, where he was accommodated with a 

 jockey coat of buff, and a waistcoat of the same, with a 

 glazed hat. God Almighty ordered they should be left 

 here for you, said Darby, blessings go with the man 

 they belonged to, he droivnded himself only yesterday, 

 because he didn't like to live any longer; and as I 

 raked him up, I stript him before he went to the bone- 

 house, and now I shall make a very pretty penny by 

 the bargain. 



A jug of your best whiskey punch, said Sir Shawn. 

 By Jasus and that you shall have, made out of the neat, 

 that never paid a penny duty. His Honour won't mind 

 that, for he is no exciseman. In a few minutes Mrs. 

 Darby Pheely made her appearance, with the reeking 

 stuff in her hand ; and our heroes drank with un- 

 common appetite to her good health, and she as 

 heartily pledged them, saying, Long life to your Ex- 

 cellency; may you never die in childbed, or any other 

 bed at all at all ; and may you often pay us a visit to 

 see my husband's cock fight, and my bare baited, for it 

 belongs to me, neck and crop ; 'twas given to me for a 

 bad debt, by a Baltic captain, who bought him from 

 the Eniperoar Alexander the Great. 



Although he reigns over brutes, said Sir Shawn, I 

 never before knew that he was a dealer in wild beasts. 



Methinks, said Brian Boru, that I have seen your 

 lovely 'phiz before this time; were not you a tight-rope 

 dancer at a show in the City of Limerick some years 



