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he uniform of a colonel of the regiment of Artois glaring over me with pointed sword.
Rends-toi, coquin! said he.
Allez an Diable! said I: a Fogarty never surrenders.
I thought of my poor mother and my sisters, at the old house in Killaloo I felt the tip of his blade between my teeth I breathed a prayer, and shut my eyes when the tables were turned the butt-end of Lanty Clancys musket knocked the sword up and broke the arm that held it.
Thonamoundiaoul nabochlish, said the French officer, with a curse in the purest Irish. It was lucky I stopped laughing time enough to bid Lanty hold his hand, for the honest fellow would [ . ] else have brained my gallant adversary. We were the better [ . ] friends for our combat, as what gallant hearts are not?
The breach was to be stormed at sunset, and like true soldiers we sat down to make the most of our time. The rogue of a Doctor took the liver-wing for his share we gave the other to our guest, a [ . ] prisoner; those scoundrels Jack Delamere and Tom Delaney took the legs and, faith, poor I was put off with the Popes nose and a bit of the back.
How dye like his Holinesss FAYTURE? said Jerry Blake.
Anyhow youll have a MERRY THOUGHT, cried the incorrigible Doctor, and all the party shrieked at the witticism.
De mortuis nil nisi bonum, said Jack, holding up the drumstick [ . ] clean.
Faith, theres not enough of it to make us CHICKEN-HEARTED, anyhow, said I; come, boys, lets have a song.
Here goes, said Tom Delaney, and sung the following lyric, of his own composition
Dear Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill,
And drink to the health of sweet Nan of [ . ] the hill,
Was once Tommy Tosspots, as jovial a sot,
As eer drew a spigot, or [ . ] draind a full pot
In drinking all round twas his joy to surpass,
And with [ . ] all merry tipplers he swiggd off his glass.
One morning in summer, while seated so snug,
In the porch of his garden,

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