"Drat Anty and her tay!--Well, shure, I'm railly bothered now wid them
Lynches!--Well, glory be to God, there's an end to everything--not that
I'm wishing her anywhere but where she is; she's welcome, for Mary
Kelly."




XXVI. LOVE'S AMBASSADOR


Two days after the hunt in which poor Goneaway was killed by Barry's
horse, Ballindine received the following letter from his friend Dot
Blake.


Limmer's Hotel, 27th March, 1844.

Dear Frank,

I and Brien, and Bottom, crossed over last Friday night, and, thanks
to the God of storms, were allowed to get quietly through it. The
young chieftain didn't like being boxed on the quay a bit too well;
the rattling of the chains upset him, and the fellows there are
so infernally noisy and awkward, that I wonder he was ever got on
board. It's difficult to make an Irishman handy, but it's the very
devil to make him quiet. There were four at his head, and three at
his tail, two at the wheel, turning, and one up aloft, hallooing
like a demon in the air; and when Master Brien showed a little
aversion to this comic performance, they were going to drag him into