--'Troth, and it is, Barney,' said he: 'What brings you to
the sate of government?' 'I'm seeking sarvice and fortune, your onor,'
said I. 'Come your ways, then, my darling,' said he; and, without more
to do, he made me his _locum tenens_, first clerk, messenger, and man of
all work to a Maynooth Milesian. There was onor enough in all conscience
for me, only it was not vary profitable. For, altho' my master followed
the law, the law wouldn't follow him, and he'd rather more bags than
briefs:--the consequence was, I had more banyan days than the man in the
wilderness. Divil a'care, I got a character by my conduct, and a good
place when I left him, as your ~26~~govonor can testify. As for poor
Teddy, divil a partikle of taste had he for fashionable life, but a
mighty pratty notion of the arts, so he turned operative arkitekt;
engaged himself to a layer of bricks, and skipped nimbly up and down a
five story ladder with a long-tailed box upon his shoulder--pace be to
his ashes! He was rather too fond of the _crature_--many's the slip he
had for his life--one minute breaking a jest, and the next breaking a
joint; till there wasn't a sound limb to his body. Arrah, sure, it
was all the same to Teddy--only last Monday, he was more elevated than
usual, for he had just reached the top of the steeple of one of the new
churches with a three gallon can of beer upon his _knowledge-box_, and,
perhaps a little too much of the _crature_ inside o! it.
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