Mr.O'Malley, Mr.Minchin; Captain Dounie, Mr.O'Malley.
You'll dine with us to-day, and to-morrow you shall be entered at the mess." "Yours are at Santarem, I believe ?" said an old, weather-beaten looking officer with one arm.
"I'm ashamed to say, I know nothing whatever of them; I received my gazette unexpectedly enough." "Ever in Cork before, Mr.O'Malley ?" "Never," said I.
"Glorious place," lisped a white-eyelashed, knocker-kneed ensign; "splendid _gals_, eh ?" "Ah, Brunton," said Minchin, "you may boast a little; but we poor devils--" "Know the Dals ?" said the hero of the lisp, addressing me.
"I haven't that honor," I replied, scarcely able to guess whether what he alluded to were objects of the picturesque or a private family.
"Introduce him, then, at once," said the adjutant; "we'll all go in the evening.

What will the old squaw think ?" "Not I," said Minchin.

"She wrote to the Duke of York about my helping Matilda at supper, and not having any honorable intentions afterwards." "We dine at 'The George' to-day, Mr.O'Malley, sharp seven.

Until then--" So saying, the little man bustled back to his accounts, and I took my leave with the rest, to stroll about the town till dinner-time..