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and that was this workbag I hold in my hand before 

 me.' Bravo, cried the Baronet, and made a run to 

 catch the lady, but she showed a pair of Irish, heavy 

 to sight, but quick in rumiiiig, and bolted into the 

 other room to her companions. Many a jest was 

 bandied about on this memorable event, and the 

 Chairman gave, with four times four, Miss TicklesPree's 



workbag. 



This IS a standing toast at every genteel table m 

 Dublin, and will be a toast when Miss Ticklespree has 

 laid all her ticklishness with her body in the grave. 



The Beggars Banison claimed a full bumper, and 

 had it from the heart and soul of all assembled.— 

 Reader, if you want an explanation of this toast, you 

 are not an Irishman ; but apply to the first one you 

 meet, even if he has a hod upon his shoulder, and he 

 will tell you its meaning. 



'Lifting of the linen,' and 'the double potatoe bag 

 at a small price and well filled,' were enthusiastically 

 drank; and many other national squibs, which per- 

 adventure the historian chooseth not to relate, lest he 

 should bring himself in contact with a Society for the 



Expression of Vice. 



Grammachree insisted upon drinking The Kmg ; 

 and although all party toasts were excluded, it was 

 o-ranted, because he had been a friend to Ireland. 

 Not so much of a friend, said a young Lub, for by 

 Tasus he has set such an example of concihation and 

 forgiveness of injuries, that I fear we shall have no 

 occasion for the militia to kape i\iQ pase any longer. 



I wish, said the Baronet, your joke may prove a 

 reality but I verv much doubt it, although O'Connell 



