M., an' you goin'
up the street wid a cake of it in your fists, undher your shabby skirts;
an' whin the gintlemen wint to shake hands wid you, how he discovered
your maneness? Three groans for Yallow Sam, the extortioner! a short
coorse to him! Your corner's warm for you, you villain!"
"But now, boys, for the Colonel!" they exclaimed.--"Huzza for noble
Colonel B------ the rale Irish gintlemen, that wouldn't see his tenants
put upon by a villain!--Huzza! Hell resave yees, shout! Huzza! Huzza!
Huzza! Huz--tundher-an'-ounze, my voice is cracked! Where's his
coach?--where's his honor's coach? Come, boys, out wid it,--out wid it!
Tattheration to yees, come! We'll dhraw it to the divil, to hell an'
back agin, if it plases him! Success to Colonel B------! Blood-an-turf!
what'll we do for a fight? Long life to noble Colonel B------, the poor
man's friend!--long life to him for ever an' a day longer! Whoo! my
darlins! Huzza!" etc.
The warm interest which the Colonel took in M'Evoy's behalf, was looked
upon by the other tenants as a guarantee of his sincerity in all he
promised. Their enthusiasm knew no bounds. They got out his carriage
from the Inn-Yard, and drew it through the town, though the Colonel
himself, beyond the fact of their shouting, remained quite ignorant of
what was going forward.
After Carson's departure, the Colonel's friends, having been first asked
to dine with him at the inn, also took their leave, and none remained
but M'Evoy, who waited with pleasing anxiety to hear what the Colonel
proposed to say--for he felt certain that it would be agreeable.
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