Not a moment is to be lost on your landing in England." "Mike!" cried I, "how look the cattle for a journey ?" "The chestnut is a little low in flesh, but in great wind, your honor; and the black horse is jumping like a filly." "And Badger ?" said I.
"Howld him, if you can, that's all; but it's murthering work this, carrying despatches day after day." "This time, however, Mike, we must not grumble." "May be it isn't far ?" "Why, as to that, I shall not promise much.

I'm bound for England, Mickey." "For England!" "Yes, Mike, and for Ireland." "For Ireland! whoop!" shouted he, as he shied his cap into one corner of the room, the jacket he was brushing into the other, and began dancing round the table with no bad imitation of an Indian war dance.
"How I'll dance like a fairy, To see ould Dunleary, And think twice ere I leave it to be a dragoon." "Oh, blessed hour! Isn't it beautiful to think of the illuminations and dinners and speeches and shaking of hands, huzzaing, and hip-hipping.

May be there won't be pictures of us in all the shops,--Mister Charles and his man Mister Free.

May be they won't make plays out of us; myself dressed in the gray coat with the red cuffs, the cords, the tops, and the Caroline hat a little cocked, with a phiz in the side of it." Here he made a sign with his expanded fingers to represent a cockade, which he designated by this word.

"I think I see myself dining with the corporation, and the Lord Major of Dublin getting up to propose the health of the hero of El Bodon, Mr.
Free; and three times three, hurra! hurra! hurra! Musha, but it's dry I am gettin' with the thoughts of the punch and the poteen negus." "If you go on at this rate, we're not likely to be soon at our journey's end.