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Valentine M’Clutchy, The Irish Agent

CHAPTER XIX
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Gentlemen, you will excuse me for this warmth; but I am not ashamed of it--it is the warmth, gentlemen, that keeps us cool in the moment--the glorious, pious and immortal moment of danger and true loyalty, and attachment to our Church, which we all love and practise on constitutional principles.

I trust, gentlemen, you will excuse me for this historical account of my feelings--they are the principles, gentlemen, of a gentleman--of a man--of an officer of the Castle Cumber Cavalry--and lastly of him who has the honor--the glorious, pious, and immortal honor, I may say, to hold the honorable situation of Deputy-Master of this honorable Lodge.

Gentlemen, I propose our charter toast, with nine times nine--the glorious, pious, and immortal memory.
Take the time, gentlemen, from me--hip, hip, hurra.' "'Brother M'Clutchy,' said a solemn-looking man, dressed in black, 'you are a little out of order--or if not out of order, you have, with great respect, travelled beyond the usages of the Lodge.

In the first place--of course you will pardon me--I speak with great respect--but, in the first place, you have proposed the charter toast, before that of the King, Protestant Ascendancy, Church and State; and besides, have proposed it with nine times nine, though it is always drunk in solemn silence.' "'In all truth and piety, I deny that,' replied little Bob Spaight.
'When I was in Lodge Eleventeen, eleven-teen--no, seventeen, ay, seventeen--we always, undher God, drank it with cheers.

Some of them danced--but othes I won't name them, that were more graciously gifted, chorused it with that blessed air of '_Croppies lie Down_,' and sometimes with the precious psalm of the '_Boyne Water_.' "'I'm obliged to Mr.Hintwell for his observations, for I'm sure they were well meant; but, gentlemen, with every respect for his--his greater and more tractable qualifications, I must say, that I acted from zeal, from zeal--zeal, gentlemen, what's an Orangeman without zeal?
I'll tell you what he is--an Orangeman without zeal is a shadow without a light, a smoke without a fire,' or a Papist without treason.


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