. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . tat the slowness of his friends perception, — tear andages, Im one of yourselves. One of us, said the three in chorus, — one of us ? Ay, to be sure, here he took a long pull at the punch,— to be sure I am; here s No surrender, your souls !whoop— a loud yell accompanying the toast as he drankit. Do you mean to insult us ? said Father P . Guard, take the fellow. Are we to be outraged in this manner ? chorussed thepriests. July the 1st, in Oldbridge town, sang Billy, andhere it is, The glorious, pious, and immortal memory ofthe great and good — Guard ! Wher
. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . tat the slowness of his friends perception, — tear andages, Im one of yourselves. One of us, said the three in chorus, — one of us ? Ay, to be sure, here he took a long pull at the punch,— to be sure I am; here s No surrender, your souls !whoop— a loud yell accompanying the toast as he drankit. Do you mean to insult us ? said Father P . Guard, take the fellow. Are we to be outraged in this manner ? chorussed thepriests. July the 1st, in Oldbridge town, sang Billy, andhere it is, The glorious, pious, and immortal memory ofthe great and good — Guard ! Where is the guard ? And good King William, that saved us fromPopery — THE JOURNEY. 105 Coachman ! Guard! screamed Father ——. Brass money — Policeman ! policeman ! shouted the priests. Brass money and wooden shoes ; devil may care whohears me ! said Billy, who, supposing that the three Mr,Trenches were skulking the avowal of their principles, re-solved to assert the pre-eminence of the great cause single-handed and Heres the Pope in the pillory, and the Devil peltinghim with priests. At these words a kick from behind apprised the loyalchampion that a very ragged auditory, who for some timepast had not well understood the gist of his eloquence, hadat length comprehended enough to be angry. Ce n^est quelepremier pas qui coute, certainly, in an Irish row. Themerest urchin may light the train; one handful of mudoften ignites a shindy that ends in a most bloody battle. 106 CHARLES OMALLEY. And here, no sooner did the vis-a-tergo impel Billy forwardthan a severe rap of a closed fist in the eye drove him back,and in one instant he became the centre to a periphery ofkicks, cuffs, pullings, and haulings that left the poordeputy-grand not only orange, but blue. He fought manfully, but numbers carried the day ; andwlien the coach drove off, which it did at last without him,the last thing visible to the outsides was the figure of , — whose hat, minus the crow
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