"Dublin, Sir?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Direct ?"

"Yes, Sir."

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Very happy to hear it-going myself—no man fonder of a travelling friend, Sir. Horrible country that Ireland; nothing but great offers could induce me. Household troops ex

pect to go some comfort that; but professional men must submit."

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"Attached to the service, I presume," said O'Hara, thinking it necessary to say something. Why not exactly," replied the traveller with a simper; " merely going from the principal establishment in Bond-street to our branch house in Dublin."

"Oh! you are in trade ?”

"Yes; think I have a card-here it is." "Sharp and Singleton, merchant tailors, 21, Bond-street, and 15, Dame-street, Dublin."

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Why then allow me to say, you belong to the most impudent firm I ever honoured with an order. I called lately to desire something to be made, and after being kept waiting in the shop I know not how long, a scoundrel came

down in full dress, muttering something about ladies and the play, and concluding with telling me, he never did any thing professional after dinner.""

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"Ah! poor Skrimp-just his manner- -a man of trascendant talent-first of his profes sion; but claret, hell, and the women undone him."

"Claret, hell, and the women!" ejaculated O Hara.

"Yes, poor fellow, they were his hobbies, and hence his recent misfortunes. He was unfortunately induced to break through his determination of being private after dinner, by Lady Jane Sommerton calling to be measured for a habit. What will not beauty do? Rule and respectability were alike forgotten, and he condescended to oblige her Ladyship. The consequences were fatal. Two bottles of claret and devotion for the fair, induced him to pay some little attentions to the lovely peeress, who resisting a gentle pressure of the hand, and assurance of eternal adoration, had him kicked by the footman; and, in short, her relatives made such a racket about the trifle, that Sharp

and Singleton were obliged to recal him to London, and 1, his unworthy representative, am going to take his place. But, diable! how dark the weather looks; my hat will be utterly destroyed."

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Why what the devil is it good for, if a sprinkling of spindrift will dish it," cried the sailor to the man of fashion, as he gazed with alarm at the threatening clouds. "There's one for you," and he took off a weather-beaten affair, covered with tarred canvas; "there's one will float from New York to Petersburgh, and come ashore dry as a whistle."

"Coachman, is my trunk in the boot?" said crabbed-looking woman from the inside. "What colour, marm ?" asked Jarvie. "Black leather-"

"Was there hair upon it ?" inquired Oxford, with apparent solicitude.

"And brass nails," said the Cambridge man. "And a cord round it," continued the intriguante.

"The very same, gentlemen," gasped the proprietor.

"Why, Bob, it can't be; the trunk went

off in the Manchester diligence, that no one would claim but the mad Irishman, who swore his shisther lost her's six months ago, and he was sure it was the same."

my

"Oh! Lord-stop the coach, I am ruined; trunk in Manchester with a mad Irishman."

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Marm, don't run restive; it's only a rise.” "Only what-why my trunk's lost."

"It's a go, Lord love ye," continued Jarvie. "Stop the coach, you impudent rascal, telling me it's a rise and a go-I say it's my trunk, and its gone. Stop, I say, stop."

Jehu at last convinced the "ould one" that her property was secure; and, after bestowing "a skip-jack puppy and jade" on the youngsters who had alarmed her, she pulled her head in and the glass up.

During the journey the Oxonian occasionally drove, and at the last stage insisted on getting the ribbons, although Coachee muttered that "them there were troublesome cattle-three blind ones and a bolter," with other admonitory hints, which, alas! like most of those given by old heads to young ones, were but thrown away. A steep hill (long since cut down) terminated

in a narrow angularly-placed bridge;-vain were Jarvie's expostulations of care, and “keeping the cattle well together;" vain were the sailor's directions of " not giving her head-way, and hauling well on the weather braces;" vain were the objurgations of the proprietor of the black trunk with brass nails, as she screamed her apprehensions from the window; for in the middle of the hill and the advice, the polepiece broke, and the horses becoming unmanageable the vehicle was overturned with great violence, discharging its cargo of parcels and passengers into the next field (as Jack termed it) by the run." Many of the travellers were severely injured, and with great difficulty O'Hara walked to the next town, which fortunately for the sufferers was not distant from the scene of the disaster.

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With the good fortune which invariably attends that generation of vipers, as John Wesley called the sons of Neptune, Jack tilted headforemost into a quickset hedge; but a skull of sufficient strength, protected by a covering of approved consistency, valued the shock as little