"What does it mean," demanded

Mr.

"What does it mane? why it manes to vex the papists sore, your honor, shure that's the ascendency, Sir; only for it, and the likes of it, wouldn't we be this day hand and glove, orange and green: sorrow one colour you'd know from the other. Och! but that would not dowhere would the ascendency be?-only all Irishmen then."

The gentlemen at length reached their hotel, which might have been taken for, what it had once been, the splendid mansion of a resident nobleman,

political annihilation, and an insulting arrogation of the supremacy of the minority over the ma jority, it is a source of heart-burnings, and an incentive to discord. As, however, its continued exhibition is a proof of narrow intellect and bad feeling in the individuals who persist in repeating it, the oppressed party would do well to turn the laugh against their enemies, by ridiculing the taste, and mocking the vanity which finds pleasure in thus disfiguring the statue.

but for the shew-board, which designated its present public use and object.

The capital of Ireland, since the Union, has become a mere stage of passage to such of its great landholders as occasionally visit the kingdom for purposes of necessity. They consider this beautiful city only as a pendant to Holyhead; and take up their temporary lodging to await the caprice of wind and tide, in those mansions where a few years ago they spent a large part of their great revenues, drawn from their native soil. The bill that defrays the expense of a dinner at an inn, thus acquits their debt to the country from which they derive their all, which they dislike to visit, and are impatient to quit*.

"It is very extraordinary that in this large and populous city (Dublin), there should be such an almost total want of good inns for the accommodation of travellers and strangers."-A Letter from Ireland, by J. Bush, 1764.

Thirty years ago there was but one hotel in

Several idle persons stood lounging about the door of the hotel. The only person whom they wished to see, the master, did not appear; and they had to wait some time before the head waiter could be found to tell them whether they could be accommodated: for what is called the dead time of the year, is usually that in which Ireland is most visited by curious strangers (who choose that period as the best for visiting Killarney and the Giant's Causeway), and by necessitous absentees, who, driven to look for their rents, or to canvass their county, take that time for their penance, which they cannot well employ elsewhere, and make a snatch at Ireland in

Dublin; nor was there occasion for more. The nobility and gentry came from their seats at once to their mansions in the capital. When, however, the seat of honourable ambition, and the means of raising a fortune and name were re. moved to another kingdom, it is natural that the rank and talent of the country should emigrate.

the interval between the London and

watering-place seasons.

While the gentlemen walked up and down the hall, with every symptom of impatience, the guide applied to the exhausted Frenchman for payment, who was now lying full length on a bench, uttering many exclamations of annoyance and fatigue. When he understood the meaning of the Irishman's extended hand, he gave him what he considered a sufficient reward for his services. But as this sum was barely what the Irishman expected, he returned it carelessly, with "Here, mounseer! I'll make you a present of it." "Mais, comment donc, mon ami qu'est ce que c'est."

"What is it, I say, is it? Why then its what I say, I wouldn't dirty my fingers with it."

66 Then," said one of the waiters, impatient to get him out of the hall, and snatching the portmanteau out of his

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you wont take

hand, "I say, that if that, I'd give you nothing." "Wouldn't you, Mr. Connolly?" he replied coolly. "Why then, faith, its often you gave us that, Mister Connolly, and will again, plaze God.”

The laugh which this observation excited in the bye-standers, raised Mr. Connolly's choler, and he now endeavoured to hustle the guide out of the hall; but he stood his ground firmly, exclaiming with great coolness, “I wont go till I'm ped, Mr. Connolly; not a foot, Sir, nor wouldn't quit if your master was in it himself."

The Commodore now came forward to learn the cause of the scuffle, and having heard both parties, he turned abruptly to the guide, and demanded, "What employment are you fit for?" "What employment am I fit for? Every employment in life, Sir, good or

bad."