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The only introduction shall attempt 10 the following "ertravagonza,' is to request the reader to suppose if to be delivered by fiolicling Irish peasant, in the richest hrogue, and most drama tic manner.

 slli tell you, Sir, mighty quare story, and it's true as Pm standing here, and that's no lie:-It was in the time of the raction,* whin the long summer days, like many fellows precious life was cut short by raison of the martial law that wouldn't ieta deceet boy be out in the eveneia, good or bad; for whin the days work was over, divil one of LIZ daar go to meet a frind overa glass, or girl at the dance, butmust go home, and shut ourselves up, and never budge, nor rise latch, nor dhraw bouit, until the morning kem agin. We'll, to come to my story:-'Twas after nightfall, and we wor sittin' round the fire, and the pratces was boillen,' and the noggins of butter-miIk was standin' ready for our suppers, whin knock kem to the door. SWhish,' says my father, there's the so- gers come upon us now says he; sbad luck to thim, the williams, I'm afeard they seen glimmcr of the fire through the crack inthe door, says he. sNo,' says my mother, flor l'm afther hanging an ould sack and my new petticoat agin lt, q while ago. Well, whisht, any how, says my father, for there's knock aein:' and we all held our tongues till another thump kem to the door. sOh, it's folly 10 purtind any more,' says my iather-they're too cunnin' to be put off that away says he. sGo Shimus,' says he 10 me, sand sec who's in it.'-- sHow can see who's in it in the darkp saysI. We'll says he light the candle thin, and see who's in it, but don't open the door, for your life, barrin' they brake 1t in, sexceptin' 10 the sogers, and spake thim fair, fits thim.' So with that went to the door, and there was another knock. sWho's thereY says I. Its me,' says he. sWho are you?' says l. "A frind,' says he! sBortaeroshiia,' , says l-'who are you at all?' sArraht don't you know me?' says he. sDivil taste, says Sure I'm naddyt:e piper says he. sOh, thunder and turf says ], isit you Paddy that's in itY sSor- "a one else, sayshe. sAnd what brought you at this hour9' says l. By ear,' says hell didn't like goin' the roun' by the road,' says he, sand so kem the short cut and that's what delayed me- says he. Oh, bloody vars says L. Paddy, I wouldn't be in your shoes for the King ransom,' says l, sfor you know yourself it's hangin' matther to be eotched out these times" says l. Sure i know that that, says says he, God help me; and that's what l kem to you foF,' says

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