. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . vyou re as rampageous again. I kicked, I plunged, I swore,I threatened, I even begged and implored to be set down;but whether my voice was lost in the uproar around me, orthat Tim only regarded my denunciations in the light ofcursing, I know not, but he carried me bodily down thestairs, steadying himself by one hand on the banisters, whilewith the other he held me as in a vice. I had but one con- 238 CIIAELES OMALLEY. solation all tliis while; it was this, that as my quarters layimmediately behind the mess-room, Tims excursion wouldsoon come to an end, a
. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . vyou re as rampageous again. I kicked, I plunged, I swore,I threatened, I even begged and implored to be set down;but whether my voice was lost in the uproar around me, orthat Tim only regarded my denunciations in the light ofcursing, I know not, but he carried me bodily down thestairs, steadying himself by one hand on the banisters, whilewith the other he held me as in a vice. I had but one con- 238 CIIAELES OMALLEY. solation all tliis while; it was this, that as my quarters layimmediately behind the mess-room, Tims excursion wouldsoon come to an end, and I should be free once more; butguess my terror to find that the drunken scoundrel, insteadof going as usual to the left, turned short to the right hand,*and marched boldly into Ship Quay Street. Every windowin the mess-room was filled with our fellows, absolutelyshouting Avith laughter. * Go it Tim! Thats the fellow!Hold him tight! Never let go ! cried a dozen voices; while Ijiiflu 11hij^ , III lldh r,ll!lil|i ]h i^- ^4^fe, it. the wretch, with the tenacity of drunkenness, gripped mestill harder, and took his way down the middle of thestreet. It was a beautiful evening in July, a soft summer night,as I made this pleasing excursion down the most frequentedthoroughfare in the maiden city, my struggles every momentexciting roars of laughter from an increasing crowd of spec-tators, who seemed scarcely less amused than puzzled at theexhibition. In the midst of a torrent of imprecations againstmy torturer, a loud noise attracted me. I turned my head, THE ADJUTANTS STOKY. —LITE IN DERRY. 239 and saw, — horror of horrors! — the door of the meeting-house just flung open, and the congregation issuing forth enmasse. Is it any wonder if I remember no more ? There Iwas, the chosen one of the widow Boggs, the elder elect,the favored friend and admired associate of Mr. MPhun,taking an airing on a summers evening on the back of adrunken Irishman. Oh, tlie thought was horrible !
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