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Charles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon
Volume 2 (of 2)

CHAPTER XL
10/15

Here's a toast for you: 'May--' Whoop! raal Carlingford's, upon my conscience! See now, if I won't hit the little black chap up there the first shot." Scarcely were the words spoken, when a little painted bust of Shakespeare fell in fragments on the floor, as an oyster-shell laid him low.
A faint effort at a laugh at the eccentricities of his friend was all the poor editor could accomplish, while Mike's triumph knew no bounds.
"Didn't I tell you?
But come now, are you ready?
Give the pen a drink, if you won't take one yourself." "I am ready, quite ready," responded the editor.
"Faith, and it's more nor I am.

See now, here it is: The night was murthering dark; you could not see a stim." "Not see a--a what ?" "A stim, bad luck to you; don't you know English?
Hand me the hot water.
Have you that down yet ?" "Yes.

Pray proceed." "The Fifth Division was orthered up, bekase they were fighting chaps; the Eighty-eighth was among them; the Rangers--Oh, upon my soul, we must drink the Rangers! Here, devil a one o' me will go on till we give them all the honors--Hip!--begin." "Hip!" sighed the luckless editor, as he rose from his chair, obedient to the command.
"Hurra! hurra! hurra! Well done! There's stuff in you yet, ould foolscap! The little bottle's empty; ring again, if ye plaze.
'Oh, Father Magan Was a beautiful man, But a bit of a rogue, a bit of a rogue! He was just six feet high, Had a cast in his eye, And an illigint brogue, an illigint brogue! 'He was born in Killarney, And reared up in blarney--' "Arrah, don't be looking miserable and dissolute that way.

Sure, I'm only screwing myself up for you; besides, you can print the song av you like.
It's a sweet tune, 'Teddy, you Gander,'" "Really, Mr.Free, I see no prospect of our ever getting done." "The saints in Heaven forbid!" interrupted Mike, piously; "the evening's young, and drink plenty.

Here now, make ready!" The editor once more made a gesture of preparation.
"Well, as I was saying," resumed Mike, "it was pitch dark when the columns moved up, and a cold, raw night, with a little thin rain falling.


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