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health into the bargain. Amen, reiterated Darby; and 

 long life to your Honour, and may you always come off 

 victorious in all your engagements, except when you 

 meet with my wife. What 's that you say about wife, 

 said Mrs. Pheely, with her arms a-kimbo^ and a signifi- 

 cant nod of the head. I just pledged your good health, 

 my jewel, said the affrighted husband, with Boru, and 

 asked him to come down and see us often before he 

 goes to Galway. 



Faith and I hope the gentleman now he knows our 

 house will often and often come, as I like him better 

 now than I did when he was a baby. And so don't I, 

 said Darby, in a tone of voice which could not be heard. 



The Lord Lieutenant began to get tired of his com- 

 pany, and invited Sir Shawn, with Brian Boru, to a 

 Castle dinner, which they gladly accepted ; so bidding 

 adieu to Mr. and Mrs. Pheely, they set the jaunting 

 car in motion for Dublin. 



The Lord Luff, of whom I am now speaking, was a 

 gentleman, and possessed of great good humour: he 

 only indulged in these freaks from whim and frolic : 

 for the same reason he would go into the racket court 

 in the Marshalsea, and have a flyer with any prisoner 

 for a few pots of porter, hit or miss. 



He was always attentive to his duty, and could, when 

 occasion required, be dignified, and in every respect a 

 Viceroy ; but he did not always like to wear shackles, 

 and in the company of such men as our heroes, he 

 often spent a happy and a careless hour. There have 

 been many worse Lord Luffs, but none better than him 

 ever reigned over Dublin, and gave pleasure to all. 

 His Grace, with his accustomed politeness, invited the 



