LIFE IN IRELAND 299 



CHAPTER XXV 



Glory of Ireland — A grand review — Honour amongst rogues — 

 Trip to Deneys — A man throwing his head in the fire — A militia 

 dinner — Miss Ticklespree's workbag — Dabochlish, and the hair- 

 trigger sword — A Song, ' Hail, star of the morning' — A broken 

 leg, and wit in profusion — The ladies, and an Irish jig. 



Breathes there the man with soul so dread, 

 Who never to himself haih said, 



This is my own, my native land : 

 Hath not his heart within him burn'd, 

 As homeward he his steps hath turn'd. 



From wandering on a foreign strand. 



THESE were repeated by Grammachree as he 

 joined the festive party, and proceeded to point 

 out the beauties of the review. 



I am not jealous, said the Major, of the sister 

 country's military reputation ; we go hand and glove 

 together in the career of glory, and no enmity can 

 exist between us ; and in love we also go hand in 

 hand — or rather knees and elbows — for we always out- 

 strip the Efiglishmen on that point. 



Bedershin, said Brian Boru, but I have my doubts 

 of it. — (It may be necessary to remind my readers that 

 ' bedershin,' in English, is ' may be so.') 



Lady Demiquaver had seen as much service in 



