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other keys to take care of; but send those things home 

 as soon as possible. I want your name and address, 

 said the woman, or how the devil do I know where to 

 send them to ? His Grace took the pen and ink, and 

 wrote on a piece of paper, ' The Lord Lieutenant, Castle.' 

 Imagine the woman's wonder, when at the same instant 

 Colonel Gore entered, and addressed him by his title. 

 A hearty laugh at the woman's confusion took place, 

 and they left her, petrified with astonishment, and 

 cursing herself for a fool. 



At another time he was riding alone, with a servant 

 at a distance : when he came to the Ladies' Gate at the 

 Phoenix Park, the porter paid no attention to him, not 

 knowing his person. He tried to open the gate, but 

 could not succeed, so ordered the porter to do it, which 

 he did rather unwillingly, and asked him for something 

 to drink his health with. His Grace threw him a dollar. 

 When the servant came up, the porter showed his 

 money, and said, that farmer-looking chap gave me 

 this, and by Jasus I didn't think he was worth the 

 ghost of a halfpenny, in his dirty overhauls. That 

 farmer-looking fellow is my master, and your Lord 

 Lieutenant. The porter expected surely to lose his 

 place ; but he escaped with a reprimand to be more 

 civil in future to all who entered the Park. 



With such a man there is little form : the dinner 

 party consisted of a dozen heads, the Countess, and 

 her two beautiful daughters. The dinner was sub- 

 stantially good and elegant, such as might have been 

 given by Sir Sha\vn in his own mansion. The ladies 

 retired at an early hour, to the regret of our heroes, 

 who were much taken with their affable and courteous 



