Letters on Literature

第47章

Well,mydear,itwasaisyseentherewassomethingwrongavidBillyMalowney,forhepaidnoattintiontherestoftheeveningtoanysoartofdivarsionbutthewhiskyalone;an’everyglasshe’ddrinkit’swhathe’dbewishingthedivilhadthewomen,an’theworstivbadlucktoallsoartsivcourting,until,atlast,widthegoodnessivthesperits,an’thebadnessivhistemper,an’theconstantflusthrationivcursin’,hegrewallasoneasyoumightsayalmost,savingyourpresince,bastelydrunk!

Well,whoshouldhefallinwid,inthatchildishcondition,ashewasdeployingalongtheroadalmostasstraightastheletterS,an’cursin’thegirls,an’roarin’formorewhisky,buttherecruiting-sargentivtheWelshConfusileers。

So,cuteenough,thesargentbeginstoconvarsehim,an’itwasnotlonguntilhehadhimsittinginMurphy’spublic-house,widanelegantdandyivpunchbeforehim,an’theking’smoneysafean’snuginthelowestwrinkleofhisbreeches-pocket。

Soawaywidhim,andthedhrumsandfifesplaying,an’adozenmoreunforthunatebliggardsjustlistedalongwithhim,an’

heshakin’handswidthesargent,andswearin’aginthewomeneveryminute,until,bethetimehekemtohimself,begorra,hewasagoodtenmilesontheroadtoDublin,an’Mollyandallbehindhim。

Itidbenogoodtellin’youivthelettershewrotetoherfromthebarracksthere,norhowshewasbreakingherhearttogoandseehimjustwanstbeforehe’dgo;butthefatheran’motherwouldnotallowivitbenomanes。

An’soinlesstimethanyou’dbethinkin’

aboutit,thecolonelhadhimpolishedoffintoitraleelegantsoger,widhisgunexercise,andhisbagnetexercise,andhissmallsword,andbroadsword,andpistolanddagger,an’alltherest,an’thenawaywidhimonboordaman-a-wartofurrinparts,tofightforKingGeorgeaginBonyparty,thatwasgreatinthemtimes。

Well,itwasverysoonineveryone’smouthhowBillyMalowneywasbatin’allbeforehim,astonishin’theginerals,anfrightenin’theinimytothatdegree,therewasnotaFrinchmandaresayparleyvoooutsideoftheroundsivhiscamp。

YoumaybesureMollywasproudivthatsame,thoughsheneverspokeawordaboutit;untilatlastthenewskemhomethatBillyMalowneywassurroundedan’

murderedbytheFrincharmy,underNapoleonBonypartyhimself。ThenewswasbroughtbyJackBrynnDhas,thepeddlar,thatsaidhemetthecorporalivtheregimentonthequayivLimerick,an’howhebroughthimintoapublic-houseandthratedhimtoanaggin,andgotallthenewsaboutpoorBillyMalowneyoutivhimwhiletheywardhrinkin’it;an’asorrowfulstoryitwas。

Thewayithappened,accordin’asthecorporaltouldhim,wasjisthowtheJookivWellingtondetarminedtofightaraletarin’battlewidtheFrinch,andBonypartyatthesametimewasaiquallydetarminedtofightthedivil’sownscrimmidgewidtheBritishfoorces。

Well,assoonasthebusinesswasprettynearreadyatbothsides,Bonypartyandthegeneralnextundherhimselfgetsupbehindabush,tolookattheirinimiesthroughspy-

glasses,andthrywouldtheyknowanyivthematthedistance。

’Bedadad!’saysthegineral,aftheradivilivalongspy,’I’dbethalfapint,’sayshe,’that’sBillMalowneyhimself,’sayshe,’downthere,’sayshe。

’Och!’saysBonypart,’doyoutellmeso?’sayshe——’I’mfairlyheart-scaldedwiththatsameBillyMalowney,’sayshe;’an’IthinkifIwaswanstshutivhimI’dbatetherestivthemaisy,’

sayshe。

’I’mthinkingsomyself,’saysthegineral,sayshe;’buthe’satoughbye,’

sayshe。

’Tough!’saysBonypart,’he’sthedivil,’

sayshe。

’Begorra,I’dbebetterplased。’saysthegineral,sayshe,’totakehimselfthantheDukeivWillinton,’sayshe,’an’

SirEdwardBlakeneyintothebargain,’

sayshe。

’Th

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