brother Teddy to lug the car up the hill by himself? Haven't I set you before him as an example? Have you any heart to forgit a friend bekase you don't see him? Oh! bad -luck to your faalings!-Arrah, Teddy, (to the other,) don't you see, my darling, what Barney is at ? he wants to rin away from you, and get to the little shebeen-house half a mile off, and ate up all your corn before you come.-Hurry, hurry, my darling, or divil the mouthful will he lave you?"

Strange as it may seem, these addresses produced the desired effect, and Barney and Teddy, as shaggy as a pair of lions, would pluck up courage, and pull along like a couple of camels. Observing that one of them was lame, we noticed this to their owner, as an infringement of our contract." Lame, your honor!" he replied-" No sich thing,the boy's quite parfect; only, you see, it's a he has resting one leg till the other three are tired."

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At a little shebeen house we stopped to refresh, where Bowles spouted "Romeo" to a fat landlady, and Kane bought her sign as a, "property," a red stocking. Over the door were these words :-" Mrs. Casey accommodates gonteel men and their ackipages, with a great deal of pleasure.

We had not proceeded a great distance the next day, when we reached a descent in the road, which led into a kind of pass between two hills, dark and rocky enough for a

modern melo-drame its appearance, however, conjured up no unpleasant phantoms to a party like ours, and we proceeded, amusing ourselves with the usual resource-the recounting our early adventures,-when, in the midst of one of Bowles's best stories, a universal yell broke from the hills above us, and on both sides we perceived a dozen rawboned, naked Patagonians running down with bludgeons in their hands. This was an "affecting situation," to speak theatrically: never, for an instant, had we contemplated such a visitation; for, having associated as a means of economy, and not protection, our poverty and our profession alike blinded us to the idea of being plundered. The novelty, not less than the peril of our situation, therefore, glared upon us with a Medusa-like influence; fear palsied every arm, congealed every heart, and muddled every head but Bob's, who roared out to Kennedy for his pistols. Kennedy was Daly's treasurer; and having the last night's receipts in his trunk, had been running about Cork, be it known, to borrow weapons for its protection. This was a peculiar case; but he struck his head with his hands, in reply, and execlaimed,—“ The pistols, the pistols !-By the powers! I have locked them up with the money!" There was no restraining a laugh at this, had we been at Death's door; but the villians had providentially halted an instant, to observe us; and Bowles, remarking it, promptly pro

posed that we should do something to intimidate them; such as drawing our swords, and commencing a general combat round the car, Mrs. Taplin, (a tall, well-formed woman,) to act up to us, or rather down upon us. Approving the hint, we drew and fell to,-Macduff and Macbeth-Richard and Richmond -Hotspur and the Prince, stamping, cutting, and thrusting at each other with the most inhuman gestures and grimaces; Mrs. Taplin bending down on each side, stretchforth her hands, beating her bosom, letting loose her hair, (she did it famously,) to induce us to desist. The artifice succeeded,the natives were completely overpowered; gazing upon us in awe-struck silence, as tho' we were of a kindred character-a band of rogues who had quarrelled among ourselves, and were bent upon a general destruction.Perceiving this, we gave the wink to the carman, and proceeded, continuing the fight with increased vigor, falling and reviving, and chasing each other about the car, with a medley of exclamations, such as "Die, villain !"

"Never!"-" Spare, oh! spare him!" (from Mrs. Taplin.)-" Renounce your claim!"-"Only with my life !"" Then perish!"—"Ah! I have regained my sword; another chance is mine."-"Lay on Macduff," &c.

A gentleman on horseback at length rode up, who stopped at a little distance to observe us, and then politely inquired of Kelly, who

was leaning on his foil and calling out for Richmond, (being actually very " hoarse with. calling,") what the devil we were all about, and who was that beautiful lady on the boxes?-Kelly shook his head, and pointed to Bowles, who, on being addressed, asked the stranger if he could speak Hebrew, HighDutch, the Cherokee, or the Russian languages. His interrogator said No; but he would talk Irish with any man on the sod!

Mrs. Taplin, I should have mentioned, wore a scarlet pelisse trimmed with fur, with a fur cap and gold band; which, on the head and limbs of a well-proportioned woman, had an imposing appearance. Bowles accordingly pointed to her with an air of great mystery, and said that she was the celebrated Empress of Russia, who had run away to Ireland, to raise a rebellion, and we were a body-guard, who had apprehended her in Cork, and were conveying her to Dublin Castle. At this intelligence, the man set off at full speed, and acquainted the people in the next village. We had now left our intimidated intimidators at some distance, and, proclaiming a truce, ceased fighting, to enjoy the joke. Much farther, however, we did not proceed, before every cottage began to empty its tenants, to have a peep at Royalty;and on entering the village, we had a train of about one hundred of the greatest human curiosities in Ireland. We promoted the hoax by our own air and manner, till com

fortably established in the inn, whose every window, door, and passage, was instantly blocked up with forms and faces eager to catch a glimpse of "the lovely cracher, the Imperial Quane in the red thingumbob, who had come all the way from Russia to emancipate Ireland;" as well as to larn the names and distinctions of "the Russian jontlemen who had cotched her in Cork, and were carrying her to Dublin Castle to be executed!"

ISAAC SPARKS.

Isaac, or Iky Sparks as he was commonly termed, lodged on one occasion in a house with a Scotch doctor, who amused his leisure hours by learning to play the fiddle. These gentlemen, it must be remarked, were not upon the most amicable terms; the Scotchman turning up his nose at Sparks as a “vogabond Pleeactor," and the latter retorting by calling him a "legal Vampire," since he lived by the death of other people. The Doctor made it an invariable rule to rise at daylight to practise, about which time the convivial Mr. Sparks was getting into his first nap. As their rooms were adjoining, it was a necessary result that Sparks lost his sleep; and it soon became another, that he should lie awake to meditate revenge. He did not like to leave the house (perhaps he could not,) but he resolved, if possible, to expel this fiddling Macbeth "who murdered sleep," and was instrumental to his annoyance.