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ting on an expression of great indignation and disgust, he thus addressed Mr. Hare, who sat by the Duke:

"Upon my soul, Sir," said he, "I never was so disgusted in my life, as with a scene which I witnessed a few moments ago. Returning from the house, just by the Abbey my foot slipped, and I fell into a puddle. Being very wet and uncomfortable, and there being no fire in any of the rooms below, I ran down into the kitchen, where I knew there was a good one. Whilst I stood drying my stockings and breeches, one of the Irish chairmen came in and laid hold of a prime blade-bone that lay upon the table, and began to gnaw it in famous style. One of the cooks, observing this, sprung towards him, and seizing hold of it, threw it on the gridiron, saying, 'D-n your greedy guts, you Irish that blade-bone was for the Duke of Devonshire, and we have none other in the house : couldn't you find any thing else to fix your hungry teeth in, you infernal rascal!' Poor Paddy slunk off, vexed at not being allowed to finish his snack, and mumbled as he went out, What a thundering row about a durty mutton bone! I wish it was stuck ·

"I appeared to take no notice of the circumstance; but was resolved to acquaint his Grace with it, in case the said delicious morceau should be served up: -and, by Jove! here it is!"

Sheridan's trap was well set; for the Duke, turning down the corners of his mouth, pushed the tray from him, whilst he turned his head aside and vociferated to the waiter to bring him a glass of brandy. man did as he was ordered, and was carrying the tray towards the sideboard, when Sheridan, who followed

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him close, told him to lay it down on another table, and to bring him a couple of bottles of Champagne, as soon as possible.

He then sat down, and, as he a few days afterwards told the Duke and others, "made a glorious supper, for he had been devilishly hungry.”

IX.

"HONORES MUTANT MORES!"

THE subject of conversation at Brookes's, one evening, being Ireland and its politics, a gentleman, who possessed a fund of amusing anecdote, related many curious circumstances respecting the government of several of the late Lords Lieutenants; among others, the following one of the Duke of Rutland, the motto of whose family, being a sort of pun upon their name, has been considered a very appropriate title for the present article.

"The jovial administration of the Duke of Rutland will be remembered in Dublin for many a long day; it was marked by that festivity and splendour which ensured the good-will of all ranks. The viceroy was, moreover, very fond of mixing and conversing with the lower orders, and many a laughable tale could be told of the eccentric adventures of himself and his jolly companions.

"One evening, his Grace, Colonel St. Leger, and one or two others, having entered into a public-house in the Liberty, they found the landlord to be so comical a blade, that they invited him to sit down to supper with them. Darby Monaghan, who knew his Grace by sight, took good care that the entertainment should be such as to give every satisfaction to his

guests, and he contrived to season it with such an abundant flow of native wit and drollery, that they were quite delighted with him. His wine and whiskey-punch were so good, that by two in the morning they were all quite jolly, and ready to sally out into the street in quest of adventures. This, however, was prevented by the politic Darby, who contrived, by the humour of his songs, and the waggery of his jests, to fascinate them to the spot, until, one after another, they fell drunk under the table.

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"During their libations, and after Darby had said several good things in succession, the Duke, in a fit of good-humour, and by way of a joke, turned round to him and said, 'D-n me ! landlord, you are a glorious fellow, and an honour to your country; what can I do for you, my boy? (hiccup.) I'll knight you, by G-d! so (hiccup again) down upon your marrow-bones this instant !'-'Your Grace's high commands shall be obeyed,' said Darby, kneeling. Duke drew his sword, and although Colonel St. Leger endeavoured to prevent his carrying the joke too far, he struck him over the shoulder, and uttered the ominous words, Rise up, Sir Darby Monaghan !' Darby having humbly thanked his Grace, and sworn fealty to the King of England in a bumper, an immense bowl of punch was ordered in; this was filled and refilled, until at length the whole party became blinddrunk, as before stated.

"The weather being warm, and the great quantity of punch which they had drunk, prevented the topers from feeling any inconvenience from the hardness of their couch, and they slept as soundly as they would have done on a down bed, either at the Castle or at

the Lodge. Darby, who from long seasoning was soon enabled to overcome the effects of the whiskey, rose betimes, and having bustled about, soon prepared a comfortable breakfast of tea, coffee, and chocolate for the sleeping partners of his debauch.

"When all was ready, not liking to rouse them by shaking or otherwise, he stepped into the room upon tiptoe, and gently opened the window-shutters. The sun shining in full upon them, they soon awoke from their slumbers, wondering where they were! The landlord, who was listening at the door, speedily put an end to their suspense, by thrusting in his black head and nodding to his Grace, assuring him, "That they were safe and sound, and not a bone broke, in Darby Monaghan's own comfortable and fashionable hotel; also, that if his Honour's Grace and the other jontlemen would just shake themselves a bit, and sluish their faces with a little nice cowld spring water, they might fall to without any more delay; for there was a breakfast, fit for a lord, laid out for them in the next room.'

"This intelligence was received with much pleasure by the party, who having put themselves in decent trim, adjourned to the breakfast-room, where they found every thing of the best laid out in homely style: but what pleased them the most, was Darby's attention in bringing in a bottle of whiskey under one arm, and one of brandy under the other. Pouring out several glasses, he presented them to each, according to their choice; taking the blessed Vargin to witness that a glass of good sperits was the best maid'cine iver envinted for waekness of the stomach, after straitching it with punch the over-night.'

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