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the top*, and when we're coming up, they are to be rolled down, and as the hill's cruel steep, they'll come down in a nate canter, and it's no joke, please your honour (the Serjeant touching his beaver) to get a puncheon of pavingstones trundled over a man's carcass.'
- The personage he addressed was mightily affected. Hogsheads, shells, paving-stones,' he muttered, in rapid succession.
66And is there no road but over this cursed precipice?
««« Please your Lordship,' said the Serjeant, • three sides of the hill would bog a snipe, and the other is as steep as the walls of a windmill.' His Lordship’s cough came on violently, and declaring that any ascent to him was impracticable, as half a flight of stairs always took away his breath, I bowed low, and took myself off.”
The clock struck eleyen; the travellers, equipped for their departure, were shown down by the landlord with no small regret; for although he, good man, was too sturdy a Republican not most mortally to detest any thing bearing a re
* Gazette, 1775.
semblance to monarchy, yet, in one instance, he made a most marvellous exception, in tolerating the portrait of Majesty, as it appeared on the converse of an English guinea, even to the prejudice of the patriotic but paper currency of his countrymen.
" Come along, Malowney," said the Major, “ this last escort was kind of you; I must pass the old 47th, and I would almost rather avoid it.” We seldom leave a place where we have resided for some time, without a sensation of regret, even should it not contain any thing to particularly attach us to it; but the party looked on all they passed with total indifference, until through the opening of an alley, the hedge-row of the Quaker's Burying-ground showed for an instant ; they paused and when they proceeded, thought they had then left behind the last object in Boston which could excite even a temporary regret. · Malowney sighed heavily, “ I was thinking of Edwards and the Quaker-girl. Wasn't it strange how close he kept the business ? Poor fellow! it's a quiet resting-place he's in, but it would be too dull for me. It's the Church-yard
of Kilnasallagh that bates the world, and it's there I would like them to plant me. There's not a nicer sod in Connaught for a cock-fight, and the boys have a beautiful gable to play ball against, not forgettin the company coming to drink goats' milk in the morning. The grass is the Sexton's, and his goats flog the country, To be sure, it's not over much frequented of a Sunday, for that's a day of rest; but for the remainder of the week, show me its fellow. Many' a day I was flogged for staying from school to court, or play cards on a tombstone."
During Malowney's encomium on the Conemara cemetery, the party were approaching the parade-ground of the 47th regiment, and Major O'Hara became visibly affected. At turning the corner, the regiment at once appeared under arms. They were, when they left Ireland, a superior corps, and in their strength and discipline inferior to none in the service. The brave old Colonel was an admirable officer, and had his regiment clean and effective, by discarding as much of the old silly heel-ball and pomatum systems, as the then existing regulations of the British Army would
admit. Colonel Coote, his gallant successor, came forward, and most affectionately took leave of Mrs. O'Hara, and then advancing with O'Hara to the front of the regiment, he addressed him ;
“ Major O'Hara—It is a cause of sincere regret, that your promotion could not take place without depriving us of an officer who would reflect honour on any corpsto which he was attached. We have known you too long to part with you without heartfelt sorrow ; but we shall take an opportunity of more publicly conveying to you our personal feelings.”
A beautiful silver vase was now brought forward by the Adjutant.
“ This cup,” continued the Colonel, “ was presented by General Howe to the 47th Regiment, in testimony of its gallant conduct on the 16th June ; and, by his especial permission, we beg, unanimously, to transfer it to one, who, by his superior bravery, reflected half its glory on the corps which owned him. Forty-seventh present arms !” The regiment, as if to confer an additional honour, performed the command with beautiful regularity; while, with great
emotion, but strong and native eloquence, O'Hara addressed them: his companions in arms listened with profound attention, and when he had ceased speaking, a murmur of applause ran along the ranks.
Mrs. O'Hara's feelings nearly overpowered her. Lieutenant Malowney swore furiously that the Major would die Speaker of the House of Commons ; and Pat Mahony having one hand occupied in holding the vase, was busily employing the other in shaking the hands of all the “ Owney jewels,” and Dermot honeys, 'in the Grenadier Company. O'Hara, as he left the ground, felt this, indeed, the proudest moment of his life.
The Colonel escorted the Lady, and the party bent their steps to the barrier, but not without casting " many a longing, lingering look behind.” They reached the gate, where Ensign M‘Greggor had the guard turned out to receive them with military honours; and here they took leave of their gallant Colonel. The Ensign, with the permission of the Commanding Officer, accompanied them to the Wharf. The beautiful Bay of Boston was now fully dis