THE SERENADE.

"By dad, if it wasn"t f"r that there Molly Donahue," said Mr. Dooley to Mr. McKenna, "half th" life "d be gone out iv Bridgeport." "What has Molly Donahue been doin"?" asked Mr. McKenna.

"She have been causin" Felix Pindergasht to be sint to th" Sisters iv Mercy Hospital with inflammathry rhoomatism. Ye know Felix. He is a musical janius. Before he was tin year old he had me mind disthracted be playin" wan iv thim little mouth organs on th" corner near me bedroom window. Thin he larned to play th" ack-car-jeen, an" cud swing it between his legs an" give an imitation iv th" cathedral bell that "d make ye dig in ye"er pocket to see iv ye had a dime f"r a seat. Thin he used to sit in his window in his shirt-sleeves, blowin" "Th" Vale iv Avoca" on a cornet. He was wan whole month before he cud get th" "shall fade fr"m me heart" right. Half th" neighborhood "d be out on th" sidewalk yellin" "Lift it, Felix,-lift an" scatther it. Shall fade fr"m me ha-a-rt,-lift it, ye clumsy piper."

"A few months back th" stupid gawk begun to be attintive to Molly Donahue, an", like th" wild wan she is, she dhrew him on. Did ye iver see th" wan that wudden"t? Faith, they"re all alike. If it ain"t a sthraight stick, it"s a crooked wan; an" th" man was niver yet born, if he had a hump on his back as big as coal-scuttle an" had a face like th" back iv a hack, that cudden"t get th" wink iv th" eye fr"m some woman. They"re all alike, all alike. Not that I"ve annything again thim: "tis thim that divides our sorrows an" doubles our joys, an" sews chiny b.u.t.tons on our pa-ants an" mends our shirts with blue yarn. But they"ll lead a man to desthruction an" back again, thim same women.

"Well, Felix had no luck coortin" Molly Donahue. Wan night she wasn"t in; an" th" nex" night ol" man Donahue come to th" dure, an" says, "Ye can put in th" coal at th" back dure," he says, an" near broke th" la-ad"s heart. Las" week he pulled himself together, an" wint up th" r-road again. He took his cornet with him in a green bag; an", whin he got in front iv Donahue"s house, he outs with th" horn, an" begins to play. Well, sir, at th" first note half th" block was in th" sthreet. Women come fr"m their houses, with their shawls on their heads; an" all th" forty-fives games was broke up be raison iv th" la-ads lavin" f"r to hear the music. Befure Felix had got fairly started f"r to serrynade Molly Donahue, th" crowd was big an" boistherous. He started on th" ol" favor-ite, "Th" Vale iv Avoca"; an" near ivry man in th" crowd had heerd him practisin" it. He wint along splendid till he come to "shall fade fr"m me heart," an" thin he broke, "Thry again," says th" crowd; an" he stharted over. He done no betther on th" second whirl. "Niver say die, Felix," says th" crowd. "Go afther it. We"re all with ye." At that th" poor, deluded loon tackled it again; an" th" crowd yells: "Hist it up. There ye go. No, be hivins he fell at th" last jump." An", by dad, though he thried f"r half an hour, he cud not land th" "shall fade fr"m me heart." At th" last break th" light in Molly Donahue"s window wint out, an" th" crowd dispersed. Felix was discons"late. "I had it right befure I come up," he says, "but I missed me holt whin th" crowd come. Me heart"s broke," he says. "Th" cornet"s not ye"er insthrument," says Dorsey. "Ye shud thry to play th" base dhrum. It"s asier.""

"Is that all that"s going on?" asked Mr. McKenna.

"That an" th" death iv wan iv Hinnissy"s goats,-Marguerite. No, no, not that wan. That"s Odalia. Th" wan with th" brown spots. That"s her. She thried to ate wan iv thim new theayter posthers, an" perished in great ag"ny. They say th" corpse turned red at th" wake, but ye can"t believe all ye hear."

THE HAY FLEET.

Mr. Dooley had been reading about General Shafter"s unfortunately abandoned enterprise for capturing Santiago by means of a load of hay, and it filled him with great enthusiasm. Laying down his paper, he said: "By dad, I always said they give me frind Shafter th" worst iv it. If they"d left him do th" job th" way he wanted to do it, he"d "ve taken Sandago without losin" an ounce."

"How was it he wanted to do it?" Mr. Hennessy asked.

"Well," said Mr. Dooley, ""twas this way. This is th" way it was. Ol" Cervera"s fleet was in th" harbor an" bottled up, as th" man says. Shafter he says to Sampson: "Look here, me bucko, what th" divvle ar-re ye loafin" ar-round out there f"r," he says, "like a dep"ty sheriff at a prize fight?" he says. "Why don"t ye go in, an" smash th" Castiles?" he says. "I"m doin" well where I am," says Sampson. "Th" navy iv th" United States," he says, "which is wan iv th" best, if not th" best, in th" wurruld," he says, "was not," he says, "intinded f"r sthreet fightin"," he says. "We"ll stay here," he says, "where we ar-re," he says, "until," he says, "we can equip th" ships with noomatic tire wheels," he says, "an" ball bearin"s," he says.

""Well," says Shafter, "if ye won"t go in," he says, "we"ll show ye th" way," he says. An" he calls on Cap Brice, that was wan iv th" youngest an" tastiest dhressers in th" whole crool an" devastatin" war. "Cap," he says, "is they anny hay in th" camp?" he says. "Slathers iv it," says th" cap. "Onless," he says, "th" sojers et it," he says. "Th" las" load iv beef that come down fr"m th" undhertakers," he says, "was not good," he says. "Ayether," he says, "twas improperly waked," he says, "or," he says, "th" pall-bearers was careless," he says. "Annyhow," he says, "th" sojers won"t eat it; an", whin I left, they was lookin" greedily at th" hay," he says. "Cap," says Gin"ral Shafter, "if anny man ates a wisp, shoot him on th" spot," he says. "Those hungry sojers may desthroy me hopes iv victhry," he says. "What d"ye mane?" says Cap Brice. "I mane this," says Gin"ral Shafter. "I mane to take yon fortress," he says. "I"ll sind ye in, Cap," he says, "in a ship protected be hay," he says. "Her turrets "ll be alfalfa, she"ll have three inches iv solid timithy to th" water line, an" wan inch iv th" best clover below th" wather line," he says. "Did ye iver see an eight-inch sh.e.l.l pinithrate a bale iv hay?" he says. "I niver did," says Cap Brice. "Maybe that was because I niver see it thried," he says. "Be that as it may," says Gin"ral Shafter, "ye niver see it done. No more did I," he says. "Onless," he says, "they shoot pitchforks," he says, "they"ll niver hur-rt ye," he says. "Ye"ll be onvincible," he says. "Ye"ll pro-ceed into th" harbor," he says, "behind th" st.u.r.dy armor iv projuce," he says. "Let ye"er watchword be "Stay on th" far-rm," an" go on to victhry," he says. "Gin"ral," says Cap Brice, "how can I thank ye f"r th" honor?" he says. "Tis no wondher th" men call ye their fodder," he says. "Twas a joke Cap Brice med at th" time. "I"ll do th" best I can," he says; "an", if I die in th" attempt," he says, "bury me where the bran-mash "ll wave over me grave," he says.

"An" Gin"ral Shafter he got together his fleet, an" put th" armor on it. "Twas a formidable sight. They was th" cruiser "Box Stall," full armored with sixty-eight bales iv th" finest grade iv chopped feed; th" "R-red Barn," a modhern hay battleship, protected be a whole mow iv timothy; an" th" gallant little "Hayc.o.c.k," a torpedo boat shootin" deadly missiles iv explosive oats. Th" expedition was delayed be wan iv th" mules sthrollin" down to th" sh.o.r.e an" atin" up th" afther batthry an" par-rt iv th" ram iv th" "R-red Barn" an", befure repairs was made, Admiral Cervera heerd iv what was goin" on. "Glory be to the saints," he says, "what an injaynious thribe these Yankees is!" says he. "On"y a few weeks ago they thried to desthroy me be dumpin" a load iv coal on me," he says; "an" now," he says, "they"re goin" to smother me in feed," he says. "They"ll be rollin" bar"ls iv flour on me fr"m th" heights next," he says. "I"d betther get out," he says. "Tis far n.o.bler," he says, "to purrish on th" ragin" main," he says, "thin to die with ye"er lungs full iv hayseed an" ye"er eyes full iv dust," he says. "I was born in a large city," he says; "an" I don"t know th" rules iv th" barn," he says. An" he wint out, an" took his lickin".

""Twas too bad Shafter didn"t get a chanst at him, but he"s give th" tip to th" la-ads that makes th" boats. No more ixpinsive steel an" ir"n, but good ol" gra.s.s fr"m th" twinty-acre meadow. Th" ship-yards "ll be moved fr"m th" say, an" laid down in th" neighborhood iv Polo, Illinye, an" all th" Mississippi Valley "ll ring with th" sound iv th" scythe an" th" pitchfork buildin" th" definse iv our counthry"s honor. Thank th" Lord, we"ve winrows an" winrows iv Shafter"s armor plate between here an" Dubuque."

Mr. Hennessy said good-night. "As me cousin used to say," he remarked, "we"re through with wan h.e.l.l iv a bad year, an" here goes f"r another like it."

"Well," said Mr. Dooley, "may th" Lord niver sind us a foolisher wan than this!"

THE PERFORMANCES OF LIEUTENANT HOBSON.

"If I"d been down to th" Audjitooroom th" other night," said Mr. Hennessy, "an" had a chunk iv coal fr"m th" sunk "Merrimac," I"d iv handed it to that man Loot Hobson. I wud so. Th" idee iv a hero standin" up befure thousan"s iv men with fam"lies an" bein" a.s.saulted be ondacint females. It med me blush down to th" soles iv me feet. If they let this thing go on, be hivins, why do they stop th" hootchy-kootchy?"

"Ividinces iv affection is always odjious to an Irishman," said Mr. Dooley, "an" to all reel affectionate people. But me frind Hobson"s not to blame. "Tis th" way th" good Lord has iv makin" us cow"rds continted with our lot that he niver med a brave man yet that wasn"t half a fool. I"ve more sinse an" wisdom in th" back iv me thumb thin all th" heroes in th" wurruld. That"s why I ain"t a hero. If Hobson had intilligence, he"d be wurrukin" in th" post-office; an", if anny ol" hin thried to kiss him, he"d call f"r th" polis. Bein" young an" foolish, whin me frind Sampson says, "Is there anny man here that "ll take this ol" coal barge in beyant an" sink it, an" save us th" throuble iv dhrownin" on our way home?" Loot Hobson says, says he: "Here I am, Cap," says he. "I"ll take it in," he says, "an" seal up th" hated Castiles," he says, "so that they can niver get out," he says. "But," he says, "I"ll lave a hole f"r thim to get out whin they want to get out," he says. An" he tuk some other la-ads,-I f"rget their names,-they wasn"t heroes, annyhow, but was wurrukin" be th" day; an" he wint in in his undherclothes, so"s not to spoil his suit, an" th" Castiles hurled death an" desthruction on him. An" it niver touched him no more thin it did anny wan else; an" thin they riscued him fr"m himsilf, an" locked him up in th" polis station an" fed him th" best they knew how. An" he wint on a lecther tour, an" here he is. Be hivins, I think he"s more iv a hero now thin iver he was. I"d stand up befure a cross-eyed Spanish gunner an" take his shootin" without a mask mesilf; but I"d shy hard if anny ol" heifer come up, an" thried to kiss me.

"On th" flure iv th" "Merrimac," in his light undherclothes, Loot Hobson was a sthrong, foolish man. On th" stage iv th" Audjitooroom, bein" caressed be women that "d kiss th" Indyun in front iv a see-gar sth.o.r.e, if he didn"t carry a tommyhawk, he"s still foolish, but not sthrong. "Tis so with all heroes. Napolyeon Bonyparte, th" Impror iv th" Fr-rinch, had manny carryin"s on, I"ve heerd tell; an" ivry man knows that, whin Jawn Sullivan wasn"t in th" r-ring, he was no incyclopedja f"r intelligence. No wan thried to kiss him, though. They knew betther.

"An" Hobson "ll larn. He"s young yet, th" Loot is; an" he"s goin" out to th" Ph"lippeens to wurruk f"r Cousin George. Cousin George is no hero, an" "tisn"t on record that anny wan iver thried to scandalize his good name be kissin" him. I"d as lave, if I was a foolish woman, which, thanks be, I"m not, hug a whitehead torpedo as Cousin George. He"ll be settin" up on th" roof iv his boat, smokin" a good see-gar, an" wondhrin" how manny iv th" babbies named afther him "ll be in th" pinitinchry be th" time he gets back home. Up comes me br-rave Hobson. "Who ar-re ye, disturbin" me quite?" says Cousin George. "I"m a hero," says th" Loot. "Ar-re ye, faith?" says Cousin George. "Well," he says, "I can"t do annything f"r ye in that line," he says. "All th" hero jobs on this boat," he says, "is compitintly filled," he says, "be mesilf," he says. "I like to see th" wurruk well done," he says, "so," he says, "I don"t thrust it to anny wan," he says. "With th" aid iv a small boy, who can shovel more love letthers an" pothry overboard thin anny wan I iver see," he says, "I"m able to clane up me hero business before noon ivry day," he says. "What"s ye"er name?" he says. "Hobson," says th" loot. "Niver heerd iv ye, says Cousin George. "Where "d ye wurruk last?" "Why," says th" Loot, "I"m th" man that sunk th" ship," he says; "an" I"ve been kissed be hundherds iv women at home," he says. "Is that so?" says Cousin George. "Well, I don"t b"lieve in sinkin" me own ship," he says. "Whin I"m lookin" f"r a divarsion iv that kind, I sink somebody else"s," he says. "Tis cheaper. As f"r th" other thing," he says, "th" less ye say about that, th" betther," he says. "If some iv these beauchious Ph"lippeen belles ar-round here hears," he says, "that ye"re in that line, they may call on ye to give ye a chaste salute," he says, "an"," he says, "f"rget," he says, "to take th" see-gars out iv their mouths," he says. "Ye desthroyed a lot iv coal, ye tell me," he says. "Do ye," he says, "go downstairs now, an" shovel up a ton or two iv it," he says. "Afther which," he says, "ye can roll a kag iv beer into me bedroom," he says; "f"r "tis dhry wurruk settin" up here watchin" ixpansion ixpand," he says.

"That"s what Cousin George "ll say to th" Loot. An", whin th" Loot comes back, he won"t be a hero anny more; an", if anny woman thries to kiss him, he"ll climb a three. Cousin George "ll make a man iv him. "Tis kicks, not kisses, that makes men iv heroes."

"Well, mebbe ye"re r-right," said Mr. Hennessy. "He"s nawthin" but a kid, annyhow,-no oldher thin me oldest boy; an" I know what a fool he"d be if anny wan ast him to be more iv a fool thin he is. Hobson "ll be famous, no matther what foolish things he does."

"I dinnaw," said Mr. Dooley. "It was headed f"r him; but I"m afraid, as th" bull-yard players "d say, fame"s been kissed off."

THE DECLINE OF NATIONAL FEELING.

"What ar-re ye goin" to do Patrick"s Day?" asked Mr. Hennessy.

"Patrick"s Day?" said Mr. Dooley. "Patrick"s Day? It seems to me I"ve heard th" name befure. Oh, ye mane th" day th" low Irish that hasn"t anny votes cillybrates th" birth iv their naytional saint, who was a Fr-rinchman."

"Ye know what I mane," said Mr. Hennessy, with rising wrath. "Don"t ye get gay with me now."

"Well," said Mr. Dooley, "I may cillybrate it an" I may not. I"m thinkin" iv savin" me enthusyasm f"r th" queen"s birthday, whiniver it is that that blessid holiday comes ar-round. Ye see, Hinnissy, Patrick"s Day is out iv fashion now. A few years ago ye"d see the Prisident iv th" United States marchin" down Pinnsylvanya Avnoo, with the green scarf iv th" Ancient Ordher on his shoulders an" a shamrock in his hat. Now what is Mack doin"? He"s settin" in his parlor, writin" letthers to th" queen, be hivins, askin" afther her health. He was fr"m th" north iv Ireland two years ago, an" not so far north ayether,-just far enough north f"r to be on good terms with Derry an" not far enough to be bad frinds with Limerick. He was raised on b.u.t.thermilk an" haggis, an" he dhrank his Irish nate with a dash iv orange bitthers in it. He"s been movin" steadily north since; an", if he keeps on movin", he"ll go r-round th" globe, an" bring up somewhere in th" south iv England.

"An" Hinnery Cabin Lodge! I used to think that Hinnery would niver die contint till he"d took th" Prince iv Wales be th" hair iv th" head,-an" "tis little th" poor man"s got,-an" dhrag him fr"m th" tower iv London to Kilmainham Jail, an" hand him over to th" tindher mercies, as Hogan says, iv Michael Davitt. Thim was th" days whin ye"d hear Hinnery in th" Sinit, spreadin" fear to th" hear-rts iv th" British aristocracy. "Gintlemen," he says, "an" fellow-sinitors, th" time has come," he says, "whin th" eagle burrud iv freedom," he says, "lavin"," he says, "its home in th" mountains," he says, "an" circlin"," he says, "undher th" jool "d hivin," he says, "fr"m where," he says, "th" Pa.s.samaquoddy rushes into Lake Erastus K. Ropes," he says, "to where rowls th" Oregon," he says, "fr"m th" lakes to th" gulf," he says, "fr"m th" Atlantic to th" Pa.s.sific where rowls th" Oregon," he says, "an" fr"m ivry American who has th" blood iv his ancesthors" hathred iv tyranny in his veins,-your ancesthors an" mine, Mr. McAdoo," he says,-"there goes up a mute prayer that th" nation as wan man, fr"m Bangor, Maine, to where rowls th" Oregon, that," he says, "is full iv salmon, which is later put up in cans, but has th" same inthrest as all others in this question," he says, "that," he says, "th" descindants iv Wash"nton an"," he says, "iv Immitt," he says, "will jine hands f"r to protect," he says, "th" codfisheries again th" Vandal hand iv th" British line," he says. "I therefore move ye, Mr. Prisident, that it is th" sinse iv this house, if anny such there be, that Tay Pay O"Connor is a greater man thin Lord Salisberry," he says.

"Now where"s Hinnery? Where"s th" bould Fenian? Where"s th" moonlighter? Where"s th" pikeman? Faith, he"s changed his chune, an" "tis "Sthrangers wanst, but brothers now," with him, an" "Hands acrost th" sea an" into some wan"s pocket," an" "Take up th" white man"s burden an" hand it to th" c.o.o.ns," an" "An open back dure an" a closed fr-ront dure." "Tis th" same with all iv thim. They"se me frind Joe Choate. Where "d Joe spind th" night? Whisper, in Windsor Castle, no less, in a night-shirt iv th" Prince iv Wales; an" the nex" mornin", whin he come downstairs, they tol" him th" rile fam"ly was late risers, but, if he wanted a good time, he cud go down an" look at th" cimitry! An" he done it. He went out an" wept over th" grave iv th" Father iv his Counthry. Ye"er man, George Washington, Hinnissy, was on"y th" stepfather.

"Well, glory be, th" times has changed since me frind Jawn Finerty come out iv th" House iv Riprisintatives; an", whin some wan ast him what was goin" on, he says, "Oh, nawthin" at all but some d.a.m.ned American business." Thim was th" days! An" what"s changed thim? Well, I might be sayin" "twas like wanst whin me cousin Mike an" a Kerry man be th" name iv Sullivan had a gredge again a man named Doherty, that was half a Kerry man himsilf. They kept Doherty indures f "r a day, but by an" by me cousin Mike lost inthrest in th" gredge, havin" others that was newer, an" he wint over to th" ya-ards; an" Doherty an" Sullivan begin to bow to each other, an" afther a while they found that they were blood relations, an", what"s closer thin that whin ye"re away fr"m home, townies. An" they hooked arms, an" sthrutted up an" down th" road, as proud as imprors. An" says they, "We can lick annything in th" ward," says they. But, before they injyed th" "lieance f"r long, around th" corner comes me cousin Mike, with a half-brick in each hand; an" me brave Sullivan gives Doherty th" Kerry man"s thrip, an" says he, "Mike," he says, "I was on"y pullin" him on to give ye a crack at him," he says. An" they desthroyed Doherty, so that he was in bed f"r a week."

"Well, I wondher will Mike come back?" said Mr. Hennessy.

"Me cousin Mike," said Mr. Dooley, "niver missed an iliction. An" whin th" campaign opened, there wasn"t a man on th" ticket, fr"m mayor to constable, that didn"t claim him f"r a first cousin. There are different kinds iv hands from acrost th" sea. There are pothry hands an" rollin"-mill hands; but on"y wan kind has votes."

"CYRANO DE BERGERAC."

"Ivry winter Hogan"s la-ad gives a show with what he calls th" Sixth Wa-ard Shakspere an" Willum J. Bryan Club, an" I was sayjooced into goin" to wan las" night at Finucane"s hall," said Mr. Dooley.

"Th" girls was goin"," said Mr. Hennessy; "but th" sthovepipe come down on th" pianny, an" we had a minsthrel show iv our own. What was it about, I dinnaw?"

"Well, sir," said Mr. Dooley, "I ain"t much on th" theayter. I niver wint to wan that I didn"t have to stand where I cud see a man in blue overalls scratchin" his leg just beyant where the heeroyne was prayin" on th" palace stairs, an" I don"t know much about it; but it seemed to me, an" it seemed to Hartigan, th" plumber, that was with me, that "twas a good play if they"d been a fire in th" first act. They was a lot iv people there; an", if it cud "ve been arranged f"r to have injine company fifteen with Cap"n Duffy at th" head iv thim come in through a window an" carry off th" crowd, "twud"ve med a hit with me.

""Tis not like anny play I iver see before or since. In "Tur-rble Tom; or, th" Boys iv Ninety-eight," that I see wanst, th" man that"s th" main guy iv th" thing he waits till ivry wan has said what he has to say, an" he has a clean field; an" thin he jumps in as th" man that plays th" big dhrum gives it an upper cut. But with this here play iv "Cyrus...o...b..rgerac" "tis far diff"rent. Th" curtain goes up an" shows Bill Delaney an" little Tim Scanlan an" Mark Toolan an" Packy Dugan, that wurruks in the shoe store, an" Molly Donahue an" th" Casey sisters, thim that scandalized th" parish be doin" a skirt dance at th" fair, all walkin" up an" down talkin". "Tin to wan on Sharkey," says Toolan. "I go ye, an" make it a hundherd," says Tim Scanlan. "Was ye at th" cake walk?" "Who stole me hat?" "Cudden"t ye die waltzin"?" "They say Murphy has gone on th" foorce." "Hivins, there goes th" las" car!" "Pa.s.s th" b.u.t.ther, please: I"m far fr"m home." All iv thim talkin" away at once, niver carin" f"r no wan, whin all at wanst up stheps me bold Hogan with a nose on him,-glory be, such a nose! I niver see th" like on a man or an illyphant.

"Well, sir, Hogan is Cy in th" play; an" th" beak is pa-art iv him. What does he do? He goes up to Toolan, an" says he: "Ye don"t like me nose. It"s an ilicthric light globe. Blow it out. It"s a Swiss cheese. Cut it off, if ye want to. It"s a brick in a hat. Kick it. It"s a balloon. Hang a basket on it, an" we"ll have an" ascinsion. It"s a dure-bell k.n.o.b. Ring it. It"s a punchin" bag. Hit it, if ye dahr. F"r two pins I"d push in th" face iv ye." An", mind ye, Hinnissy, Toolan had said not wan wurrud about th" beak,-not wan wurrud. An" ivry wan in th" house was talkin" about it, an" wondhrin" whin it "d come off an" smash somewan"s fut. I looked f"r a fight there an" thin. But Toolan"s a poor-spirited thing, an" he wint away. At that up comes Scanlan; an" says he: "Look here, young fellow," he says, "don"t get gay," he says, "don"t get gay," he says. "What"s that?" says Hogan. Whin a man says, "What"s that?" in a bar-room, it manes a fight, if he says it wanst. If he says it twict, it manes a fut race. "I say," says Scanlan, "that, if ye make anny more funny cracks, I"ll hitch a horse to that basket fender," he says, "an" dhrag it fr"m ye," he says. At that Hogan dhrew his soord, an" says he: "Come on," he says, "come on, an" take a lickin," he says. An" Scanlan dhrew his soord, too. "Wait," says Hogan. "Wait a minyit," he says. "I must think," he says. "I must think a pome," he says. "Whiniver I fight," he says, "I always have a pome," he says. "Glory be," says I, "there"s Scanlan"s chanst to give it to him," I says. But Scanlan was as slow as a dhray; an", before he cud get action, Hogan was at him, l"adin" with th" pome an" counthrin" with the soord. "I"ll call this pome," he says, "a pome about a gazabo I wanst had a dool with in Finucane"s hall," he says. "I"ll threat ye r-right," he says, "an" at the last line I"ll hand ye wan," he says. An" he done it. "Go in," he says in th" pome, "go in an" do ye"er worst," he says. "I make a pa.s.s at ye"er stomach," he says, "I cross ye with me right," he says; "an," he says at th" last line, he says, "I soak ye," he says. An" he done it. Th" minyit "twas over with th" pome "twas off with Scanlan. Th" soord wint into him, an" he sunk down to th" flure; an" they had to carry him off. Well, sir, Hogan was that proud ye cudden"t hold him f"r th" rest iv th" night. He wint around ivrywhere stickin" people an" soakin" thim with pothry. He"s a gr-reat pote is this here Hogan, an" a gr-reat fighter. He done thim all at both; but, like me ol" frind Jawn L., he come to th" end. A man dhropped a two-be-four on his head wan day, an" he died. Honoria Casey was with him as he pa.s.sed away, an" she says, "How d"ye feel?" "All right," says Hogan. "But wan thing I"ll tell ye has made life worth livin"," he says. "What"s that?" says Miss Casey. "I know," says I. "Annywan cud guess it. He manes his nose," I says. But ivrywan on th" stage give it up. "Ye don"t know," says Hogan. "Tis me hat," he says; an", makin a low bow to th" aujience, he fell to th" flure so hard that his nose fell off an" rowled down on Mike Finnegan. "I don"t like th" play," says Finnegan, "an" I"ll break ye"er nose," he says; an" he done it. He"s a wild divvle. Hogan thried to rayturn th" compliment on th" sidewalk afterward; but he cudden"t think iv a pome, an" Finnegan done him."

"Well, said Mr. Hennessy, "I"d like to"ve been there to see th" fightin"."