Tales from Many Sources / Vol. V

IA MACN

Miss Dosy's hand, looking upon me with an air of infinite condescension, declared that I must be the happiest of men, as my wish was granted before it was made. I was prepa

t desperate fellow, the Honourable and Reverend Dick Sellenger, and I, used to tuck in truffles when we were quartered in Paris. Mortgageshire-an uncommon droll fellow; I used to call his Lordship Morty-he called me Brad-we were on such terms; and we used

the kingdom of Kerry; and on the same question being repeated to me, I was

ve been in Paris. I know that city well, and so

said Mrs

nd of us English. When I say English, I mean Scotch and Irish as well; but, neverthe

nd, consisting of England, capital London, on the Thames, in the south; a

e. You would have thought the croupiers would have fainted; they tore their hair with vexation. The money, however, soon went again-we could not keep it. As for wine, you have it cheap there, and of a quality which you cannot get in England. At Very's, for example, I drank chambertin-it is a kind of claret-for three francs two sous a-bottle, which was, beyond all comparison, far superior to what I drank, a cou

s Russes-everything, in short, about Paris, was depicted to the astonished mind of Miss Dosy. Then came London-where he belonged to I do not know how many clubs-and cut a most distinguished figure in the fashionable world. He was of the Prince Regent's set, and assured us, on his honour, that there was never anything so ill-founded as the stories afloat to the discredit of that

d. I have seen Paris and London since, and I believe I know both villages as well as most men, and the deuce a word of truth did Brady tell in his whole narrative. In Paris, when not in quarters (he had joined some six or eight months after Waterloo), he lived au cinquantième in a dog-hole in the Rue Git-le-C

a duffer besides being a pieman, and was transported some years ago. He is now a flourishing me

ch, where he sojourned many a long day. What an ass I was to believe a word of such stuff! but, nevertheless, it goes down with the rustics to the present minute. I sometimes sport a duke or so myself, when I find myself among yokels, and I rise vastly in e

Burke's experience, by unanimously admitt

allow tailor with a hatchet, or pitchfork, or pickaxe, or some such tool, did not stand the scrutiny to advantage. I was, I think, a better-looking fellow than Brady. Well, well-laugh if you like. I am no beauty, I know; but then, consider that what I am ta

was a song we used to sing on board the Bri

his scars, joll

the face, which

re merry campa

wine, or the sh

ong-he was afterwards bit in two by a shark, having tumbled overboa

than my rival, and was fretted at being sung down. I resolved to outstay him-and though he sate long

oung man,' said

young man,' respon

puts me quite in mind of my uncle, the la

n every particular,' ej

f the world for so young a m

best society, too,'

e to a young man to trav

himed in Miss Theodosia, looking at me; 'it shuts them out from all chances of t

ant fellow at all. Do you remember, Dosy Macnamara, how

en any man. You were thrown yourself this day week, on clear

my mare in half a shake afterwards. Bob Buller of Ballythomas, or Jack Pren

oing to dispute with you. I am

it was in your power to go travel, and see the Booleries and the Tooleyvards, an

osy, ejecting a sigh.

er, after consigning Ensign Brady to the particular attention of Tisip