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say, Dennis."


you know, Sir, looks mighty odd. Bag- gentleman, (the brute !) with his damned fox ?-bag-devil bad luck to me! your grunting.” honour, if I don't think he forgets entirely “ Indeed, and I'll do that same for you, the music of a pack of hounds, the darlints!" Denny O'Daisy ; and it's good care that “ Well, that does look rather odd, as you shall be taken of him," was the reply of the

obliging landlady. “ Troth! and so it does, your honour; As soon as the pig and the mistress had but God be wid ould times !—bag-fox !- vacated the parlour, Dennis continued'faix ! as I said afore, I wish it was !—it's “ You must know, Sir, that the last time myself that's fagged carrying the dirty when ould Lord Doublechin dined with my little baste ; and maybe, I'm not as dhry as master, he said there was nothing in the if a fathom of Skerries' linen was after being 'versal world that he was so fond of, as a dragged up my throat, and sure it's small fine little pig for dinner : and so, you see, blamc to me, after walking, as I am, both as my master wants to curry favour with hard and fast.”

the Lord, aginst the 'lection—a—you seeThe concluding observation was intended a—that's it, Sir. You know, a nod's as as a pretty broad hint that Dennis expected good as a wink, Sir. Your health, Sir!” me to

“ stand treat.” Accordingly, I re- “I understand you. Your master wishes quested the mistress—who just entered at to make a present of the pig to his lordship, the convenient moment-to furnish my I suppose ?" friend Dennis immediately with a pot of “Purcisely! your honour. And more's Guinness's best XX, mulled, and with a the pity that my master, who's a dacent stick* in it.

man, and a good Roman Catholic into the While Dennis was discussing the con- bargain, (God keep him so, I pray Jasis and tents of the first pot, he digressed from the the Blessed Mother!) should go for to send Parliamentary subject, to give me a descrip- a pig to the same lord, or to any one of his tion of a very fine breed of pigs, which his creed, when it would be fitter for him to be master had been latterly cultivating ex- after giving the likes to Father O'Tool, tensively.

that's a rale riverind, -not that I wish hurt The first, however, not being found suf- or harm to any body; at the same time, God ficient, I was obliged to trouble our hostess forbid I should do such a dirty action ! to bring forward a second pot, which Dennis only just, the divil a bit myself would care received with a grin of increased glee, and to taste of the same pig after he's roasted— chucked her under the chin as he drank her becase, you see, I don't think he can be all health ;-“ Here's to you, Missus Casey, a- right, after coming from one that bleeves colleen! Ah, then, it's you that can mull this aways, to one that bleeves that aways. drink-by gorra! it's beautiful entirely! And, God between us and harm!” conhere's to you again, a-cushla; and your tinued Dennis, beginning to speak in health, too, your honour.”

whisper, more nor once, do you know, “ But touching the sack, Dennis,” said I, as I trudged along the road with him, I “the sack, there, in the corner—what may thought somehow, that he was beginning to it contain, pray ?

grunt more like a Protestan nor a natural “ O blood-an-ounds, aye ! sure it's about pig, already. Your health. Sir! But now that I was just telling your honour. You isn't that mighty strange, Sir?”

I could not help smiling at Dennis's Here the sack was suddenly shaken harmless — however inveterate - bigotry, violently by its hidden occupant; and a and was about to admit the strangeness of voice, which no one could mistake, issued the pig's vocal apostacy, when I was interfrom its penetralia ; it was the grunt of a rupted by the entrance of our landlord, young pig!

who, after shaking hands with Dennis, and “ Urth! urth !” exclaimed Dennis, “ bad bidding him the top of the morning," luck to you ! you son of a sow, can't you


remarked, with a very roguish leer, that the quiet there! Missus Casey, darlint, will little pig, intended as a present to “ the you be plazed to lave that little baste under Lord,” was a remarkably fine one. the form in the bar for me, until I'm going, " Troth! and that same's a true thing not for to have him here disturbing the for you to say, Mistur Casey,” replied

Dennis, “and sure enoug it's no wonder for * A small glass of whiskey.

him to be so, when I tell you, that it's my


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self that's had the rearing of him, and a more nor the legal complement of spirits on credit he is to me, though I say it myself. his person, without a PERMIT.

This comHere's your health, a-vich !”.

pliment to his retentive capabilities, would —“Why then, Sir," addressing me, after probably have been felt as rather a sore a pause,

“do you think it's true, what they joke by Father O'Toole, were it not that say, that a pig (God bless us !) can see the the real “ One-Pound" acted as a gentle wind ?”

panacea ; and Tim Casey and his “ Clargy” “ The devil a doubt about it at all!" in- remained as good friends as ever. terrupted mine host; “ did you never see

The above has been recorded as one of one carrying the straw in his mouth, to the many tricks that our worthy landlord make a bed for hisself, just afore a storm ? had played off on sundry occasions, and the But, for my own part, Dennis, I think he recital of which used highly to delight the sees the wind best when it's sow'-(w)ęst, generality of his customers. Even Dennis hah! ha! ha! that's a good one- - that's himself was wont to indulge in a hearty bore, ha! ha! ha! that's good again,” said laugh at the expense of Father O'Tool, the landlord, chuckling at his own wit, and although he was by far too thick-headed to rubbing his hands together.

comprehend even the most palpable wittiThe reader will perceive that Tim Casey cisms of the punster. was a punster. He was, however, much As it was now waxing late in the morning, more addicted to practical than verbal strokes I left Dennis to pursue his way to Lord of wit. He once put jalap into a barrel of Doublechin's, while I determined to have beer at a wake; but this, he admitted him- another stroll along the banks of the Nannyself, was only a poor, borrowed trick. His water. chef d'æuvre, however, was played off on no I could not help remarking that the less important a personage than Father landlord chuckled with a seemingly maliO'Tool himself; and on no less important cious leer, as he beheld O'Daisy, with the an occasion than the christening of Tim's sack slung over his herculean shoulder, own son and heir. The dinner, as is usual take the road towards his lordship’s, whiston such festivals, was excellent, -and the ling drink plentiful : his reverence, of course,

-as he went, for want of thought. did ample justice to both—especially to the “ All right, by St. Patrick !” exclaimed latter, and when he was about to depart, Tim, as he slapped his thigh loudly, and Tim slipped into his hand a carefully folded ran off, laughing. and temptingly crisp piece of paper, which As I passed out, I noticed also a fine the priest naturally enough concluded to be young pig, asleep in a little basket of hay, his customary

“ dues.” Not having ex- placed under a form in the bar. Could it pected, however, quite so much as a ONE- be Dennis's ? no, surely, for he was already Pound BANK OF IRELAND, he joyfully on his way to Lord Doublechin's. I next pocketed the boon, with all that apparent proceeded to have one more peep at Merbashfulness that true worth is capable of. maid's young family ; but here again I was Alas ! how baseless are the visions of Hope! surprised to find one of the number missing! Upon examining it in the morning, he was aye, and that, too, one of the finest of the surprised and mortified to find it only a entire litter-fortunately, however, not my

PERMIT" from his majesty's officers of favourite choice; it was strange. I passed customs. On making this unpleasant dis- on, however, without making any enquiry covery, he immediately wrote rather a sharp about the matter, and proceeded in search letter to our friend Casey-inclosing the after “contemplation holy," and a good paper, and

hoping that the mistake-for appetite for dinner. such, he was sure, it must be — would forth- It was not till the cloth had been rewith be rectified.”

moved from the dinner table, and the landTim however answered, " that there was lord and I were about to discuss the contents no mistake—that the document in question of a bowl of excellent punch, that Dennis's had not been intended for dues, (which return was announced. however he now felt great pleasure in in- When he entered the parlour, his whole closing, in the shape of a real Bank note,) face (except his lips, which were of an ashy but simply for its own peculiar purposes - paleness,) appeared flushed by excitement, lest his reverence might be sazed by the and the exercise of rapid walking-heightexciseman, on his way home, fur carrying ened, perhaps, by his morning potations ;

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while his features bore a strong expression or his cattle would be overlooked". And of anxiety mixed with alarm. He took didn't he always pursume to laugh at me for his seat in silence, and wiped the sweat telling him the thruth ? and thruth it was from his forehead with the right cuff of his for me! and thruth it is !” jacket; there was a pause, still he was “Why, Dennis, what has happened ?” silent—the left cuff then passed across his said I. brow, and in an under tone he most de- “ You see, Sir," answered Dennis, “ I'll voutly ejaculated, “ Bad luck to him !" just tell you the whole av what tuk place

The landlord motioned me to be silent, betune his lordship and me, during the inand then said,

terview that I gev him this morning.“Come, Dennis, charge your glass, my My Lord,' says I, going up to him, boy! You've made good haste back from where he was walking on the bawn out his lordship’s. Here's your

health!” forninst his own door— My lord,' says “ Thank you, Tim! Here's the same to I, taking off my cawbeen, and making a

purlite scrape with my right leg at the There was another pause-Dennis still same time, My lord,' says I, "here's a hung fire-landlord primed him again. slip of a pig,' says I, that

my master “I suppose,” said he, “his lordship desired me,' says I, •to pursent to your praised the fine little pig, Dennis." lordship,' says I; "and here's a taste of

“No, he did not praise him,” replied letter,' says 1, to be delivered in your Dennis ;

“and hard for him it would be to lordship's own hands,' says I, at the do that same.”

same time with the pig,' says I. “Dear me," cried Tim, that's mighty “Oh! Dennis,' says he, that's right, odd entirely. Oh, now I think I under- says he; 'you're a fine fellow,' says he; stand you-his lordship, I suppose, was


says he; 'your master is from home-you did not see himself?” too good,' says he; 'much obliged-much

Aye, but I did see himself though. obliged-much obliged !' says he, ‘Hum!' But let me ax you, Tim Casey, how the div'l says he, reading the master's letter then. could he praise the pig, when there was no “« Ah! then, by my sowl!' says I, (inpig there?”

terrupting him, as soon as I saw he had Good heavens! Dennis, I hope nothing finished), “it's himself that's the fine pig, has happened to him ? I hope you fetched my lord !' says I. him safe ?” said the landlord, in apparent

66" You needn't be after saying that, anxiety for the safety of the pig.

Dennis,' says he, “for your master never Safe is it you say? to be sure I fetched had any other, Dennis,' says he; "and I him safe! but what the divil good was bleeve, Dennis,' says he, “it's your own there in that ? ”

care we're to thank for it,' says he. “I don't-I can't understand you at-all- 6 " Divil a truer thing than that,' says I, at-all, Dennis a-vich," said the landlord ever you said afore, Sir,' says I—I again.

pardon, my lord, I mane,' says I; .but Dennis leaned half across the table, and, the proof of the pudd’n’s in the aiting av in a tone as startling as Macready's whisper it,' says I, and so I'll just give your lordin Macbeth, when he has done the deed,” ship one peep,' says I, 'that'll do your replied, “By Jabers! if you only knew heart good,' says I. what happened!”

So, with that, I up and I untied the Nothing bad, I hope ?” said I; by mouth of the sack-not unspecting that way of interrogatory. I was answered, nothing at-all at-all was wrong—and thin however, Hibernice by another question. I jist shuk him out in this manner like,

“ Bad? Didn't I often tell your honour forninst his lordship, a-top av the little that I often tould my master that no good grass-plat where we was standing ; but, could ever come av the likes?"

a-hagur, the blessed Crass of Christ about • The like of what?” asked our host. us! They had 'morphosed him into a dog

“I mane,” replied Dennis, “the likes unknowns to me, while he was in the sack av sich doins as he goes on wid, among -(I suppose being vexed in the regard av thim as differs from huz in the regard av where I was bringing him)-'morhosed their bleef-I mane those as doesn't belong him into a dog, by gorra ! as nate and clane to the thrue church. Didn't I often and often tell himn that sooner or later himself

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as ever you sawn a pig 'morphosed in your graphic pencil of a Cruikshank. His whole life.

revery was, however, of short duration ; for « « O blood-an’-thunder-an'-turf-an’tare- the pig, almost immediately upon his enan'-agers-an’-ounds !' says I, what's that, largement, squeaked, grunted, twisted his my lord ?' says I, “that thing, there ?' says tail, and, after scuttling round the room, I, 'at-all at-all ?'


finally took shelter under a huge, old«« Why, Dennis,' says his lordship, and fashioned case of drawers. (God forgive me if I wrong the man !) I “ O, Tim, Tim, darlint!" shouted Denthink he was half inclined to laugh, in a nis, “ saize him ! blood-an'-agers ! will you manner, at the same time,—why, Den- saize him for me, the thief o' the world! nis,' says he somebody has been playing or, by the powers of love ! may be he'll be a trick on you!' says he.

after vanishing entirely on me !" 66 6'Faith! and that same's true for you, “ Here he is where he is !" said the landmy lord,' says I ; "though, by Gor! my lord, replacing the grunter, vi et armis, in self thinks it's no laughing matter (axing Dennis's wallet; you see, yourself, he's your lordship's pardon),' says 1;~ I'm nothing but a pig, Dennis, after all-you afeard somebody,' says I,

has been at must have made some stupid mistake, work, sure enough !' says I, looking purty Dennis, for you see thathard at him, at the same time.

“0 I see, I see," interrupted Dennis, 6. Well, no matter, Dennis !' says he, “I see he's a pig now ! and the divil thank 'go in and get your dinner,' says he; him for that same !" and maybe we'll discover all about it, The emphasis which Dennis laid on the some other time,' says he.

now," forcibly demonstrated his obsti“So, by the powers! (seeing as how the nate determination to adhere to his own pig was a dog, and that there was no use in opinion touching the pig's metamorphoses. talking,) in myself went; and maybe I Nor indeed could he ever afterwards be didn't get the best of aiting and of dhrink- persuaded that he had been made the victim ing, and plenty of it, and, by Gorra! a of a “righte merrie jest,” or that the anifellow wid a powdered head to attind to mal had remained a true pig, when reconme; and then, sure, after that was over, I veyed to his lordship's domicile--a destihad to take the dirty little baste, and put nation to which he was next morning him back into the sack, and come away wid forwarded by one of Tim Casey's post-boys: him as fast as ever my two legs could carry for Dennis had positively refused to be his so, here I am agin, by the piper. bearer any longer, exclaiming energetically,

continued Dennis, “just “If I did, by the table o' war! I'll bet to convince yous that I'm only after spak- he'd be a dog again!” ing the truth—Tim Casey, will you just Scott has deemed it better to leave the bring in the little spalpeen here (sack and machinery by which the White Lady was all), till I just shew him to yous, if you enabled to effect her miraculous exits and plaise.”

entrances, for ever a mystery to his readers. After a short delay, the sack was accord- Now (if we may be forgiven for comparing ingly brought in; and “Now,” exclaimed a pig to a white lady,) in the present case, Dennis, as soon as he had untied the mouth

is equally inexplicable by what secret of it,—“Now, watch there! did you agency the canine changeling was substiever see the likes of that afore ?” and as tuted for Dennis's well-fed porker; unless, he uttered the last word, he shook the sack, indeed, the reader may be inclined to and turned out of it—not a dog, but a really suspect that my worthy friend, Tim Casey, very fine young pig!

had been at one of his old tricks, and, durTo describe Dennis's aspect, as he drew ing Dennis's parlour carousal, bad simply back, scratched his head, and stared at this substituted the one for the other. second transformation, would require the

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Lady CATHARINE Long is youngest into that family). From this Sir Henry daughter of the late, and sister of the pre- de Walpol, directly descended sent, Earl of Orford, and wife of HENRY- Thomas WALPOLE, Esq., who had a Lawes Long, Esq., of Hampton Lodge, in grant from William Fawkes, and others, the county of Surrey, and of East Barnet, of lands in Houghton, in the 1st Henry in the county of Herts.

VII., and he had subsequently further The house of WALPOLE may feel no grants of lands in the same reign. He less pride in the antiquity of its origin, married, first, Jane, daughter of Wilthan in the number of great men that have liam Cobb, Esq., of Sandringham, and added such lustre to its name. The family dying 14th Jan. 1514, was succeeded by is said to have existed in England prior to his eldest surviving son, the Norman Conquest, and to have derived EDWARD WALPOLE, Esq., who married their appellation from WALPOL, in Nor- Lucy, daughter of Sir Terry Robsart, and folk, where they were enfeoffed of lands heiress of her grandfather, the celebrated belonging to the see of Ely. In the time Sir John Robsart, K.B. and K.G., (in con. of King John, Henry de Walpol took sequence of the decease of her brother, part with the Barons against the Crown, Sir John Robsart, and his daughter AMIE, and being made prisoner, was forced to (the Amie Robsart of Sir Walter Scott), the purchase his deliverance at the price of wife of Sir Robert Dudley, afterwards one hundred pounds. Henry de Walpol Earl of Leicester, without issue), and was was succeeded hy

succeeded by his eldest son, Sir John DE WALPOL, who had been John WALPOLE, Esq., whose great great also involved in the baronial contest, and grandson, had also returned to his allegiance in the ROBERT WALPOLE, Esq., M.P., married reign of Henry III. He had by Isabel, Mary, only daughter and heiress of Sir his wife, with other issue,

Jeffery Burwell, Knight, of Rougham, in HENRY, his successor.

the county of Suffolk, and had with other Ralph, Bishop of Norwich, and sub- issue,

sequently of Ely. This eminent ROBERT, his successor.

churchman died 20th March 1837. Horatio, a diplomatist of distinction SIR JOHN DE WALPOL was succeeded

during the administration of his by his eldest son,

brother. He was elevated to the Sir HENRY DE WALPOL, who married Peerage on the 4th June, 1756, as Isabel, daughter of Sir Peter Fitz Osbert, Baron Walpole, of Walterton, in and heir to her brother Sir Roger Fitz

the county of Norfolk. His LordOsbert, (which lady, after his decease, ship was father of HORATIO, second espoused Sir Walter Jernegan, of Stone- Baron Walpole, of Walterton, who ham Jernegan, ancestor of the Jerning

succeeded his cousin, Horace, fourth hams, Lords Stafford, and brought the lord

Earl of Orford, in the Barony of ship of Somerley-Town, and other lands, Walpole, of Walpole.

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