MEMORIES OP GLENAUGH. 93 



man and horse. Mr. Ryan was on the root 

 smoking and mending the thatch. 



" Good morrow, yer honour," said Mr. 

 By an. 



" Good morrow, Mick," I replied. 



" D'ye want a drop, gentlemen ?" 



" Yes," I answered. Whereupon Mr. Ryan, 

 to my friend's intense astonishment (I had seen 

 the feat performed before), slided down the 

 roof of his house with the greatest nonchalance, 

 and proceeded to introduce us to the hospi- 

 talities of it. 



Did I say that besides the ubiquitous and 

 Briarean Sullivan we retain an ancient servitor 

 in the kitchen who can do plain cooking to 

 perfection ? The only fault Molly has is her 

 temper ; but " God help us," remarks Mr. 

 Sullivan, "that's the divil entirely." Molly 

 constantly gives warning, and bemoans the fate 

 that has condemned her to the ' Wisp' in perio- 

 dical spasms of misanthropy. During these 

 intervals she says " she never sees the face av a 

 Christian only whin the priest comes to the 

 house ; an' what wid sportin' an' gallivantin' 'an 

 dhrinkin' punch, she wonders the roof doesn't 



