I don't think she has landed.' 'I hope to Heaven they may never land again in Ireland!' cried Sir James Brooke; 'one worthless woman, especially one worthless Englishwoman of rank, does incalculable mischief in a country like this, which looks up to the sister country for fashion.

For my own part, as a warm friend to Ireland, I would rather see all the toads and serpents, and venomous reptiles, that St.Patrick carried off in his bag, come back to this island, than these two DASHERS.

Why, they would bite half the women and girls in the kingdom with the rage for mischief, before half the husbands and fathers could turn their heads about.

And, once bit, there's no cure in nature or art.' 'No horses to this barouche!' cried Captain Bowles.--'Pray, sir, whose carriage is this ?' said the captain to a servant who was standing beside it.
'My Lady Dashfort, sir, it belongs to,' answered the servant, in rather a surly English tone; and turning to a boy who was lounging at the door--'Pat, bid them bring out the horses, for my ladies is in a hurry to get home.' Captain Bowles stopped to make his servant alter the girths of his horse, and to satisfy his curiosity; and the whole party halted.

Captain Bowles beckoned to the landlord of the inn, who was standing at his door.
'So, Lady Dashfort is here again ?--This is her barouche, is not it ?' 'Yes, sir, she is--it is.' 'And has she sold her fine horses ?' 'Oh no, sir--this is not her carriage at all--she is not here.