Charles O'Malley, il dragoon irlandese . godimento miniera thandid scremare oltre il montone e il muffin, teiera,la trota e il rene devilled, in modo altamente invitante diffusione outbefore me. Sì, ho pensato che mi, come mi sapeva le mie labbra, questo isthe ricompensa della virtù ; decapare la carne di maiale è un tirocinio statethat mirabilmente si adatta a noi per il futuro gioie. Ho arrangedmy igienico sulle mie ginocchia, sequestrato il mio coltello e forchetta, andproceeded con la maggior parte delle critiche per dividere una bistecca di manzo.scarsamente, howevei-, mi ha toccato, quando con un loudcrash, la piastra ha fracassato al di sotto di esso e la salsa ran pite-ously attraverso il panno. Prima che io h

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Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . enjoyment thandid mine skim over the mutton and the muffin, the teapot, the trout, and the devilled kidney, so invitingly spread outbefore me. Yes, thought I, as I smacked my lips, this isthe reward of virtue ; pickled pork is a probationary statethat admirably fits us for future enjoyments. I arrangedmy napkin upon my knee, seized my knife and fork, andproceeded with most critical acumen to bisect a beefsteak.Scarcely, howevei-, had I touched it, when, with a loudcrash, the plate smashed beneath it, and the gravy ran pite-ously across the cloth. Before I had time to account forthe phenomenon, the door opened hastily, and the waiterrushed into the room, his face beaming with smiles, whilehe rubbed his hands in an ecstasy of delight. PATRICKS DAY IN THE PENINSULA. 157 Its all over, sir/ said he ; * glory be to God ! its alldone. Whats over ? Whats done ? inquired I, withimpatience. •Mr. MMahon is satisfied, replied he, and so is theother gentleman. Who and what the devil do you mean ?. Its over, sir, I say, replied the waiter again; hefired in the air. Fired in the air ! Was there a duel in the room belowstairs ? Yes, sir, said the waiter, with a benign smile. That will do, said I, as seizing my hat, I rushed out ofthe house, and hurrying to the beach, took a boat for theship. Exactly half an hour had elapsed since my landing, but even those short thirty minutes had fully as manyreasons that although there may be few more amusing, there are some safer places to live in than the GreenIsle. 158 CHARLES OMALLEY. A general burst of laughter followed the cornets story, which was heightened in its effect by the gravity withwhich he told it. And after all, said Maurice Quill, now that peoplehave given up making fortunes for the insurance companiesby living to the age of Methuselah, theres nothing likebeing an Irishman. In what other part of the habitableglobe can you cram so much adventure into one year ?Where can you be so often in love,

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• bookauthorbrowneha
• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1900
• bookyear1904