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ship's power to serve me, contributing to the enjoyment of a kind old father, whom I would not leave for all the honours that Lord-Lieutenants and Kings could shower upon me. No, I praise the Irish government because I believe, from the bottom of my soul, that it is raising my native land from sorrow to joy-from misery to felicity-and it shall have my praise no longer than I believe this to be true.
“ But, Jack," added I, seeing that my friend paused, “ you have alluded to misfortunes of yourself and father. Surely you well know that I must feel deep interest in all that concerns you. Now, therefore, that we have done with politics—do pray favour me with some account of your proceedings since we parted. Tell me why you left the army, in which your prospects were so good, and what your views now are."
“ Well, Charles, my old boy, still as curious as ever about private history and public affairs !" answered Jack ; “ I shall gratify thy desire-but we'll choose another time for it-your good lady's tea-table must now receive our devotion; and, after I have given you a good drubbing at our old game, you shall have a peep at my journal, by way of recompense for defeat."
“ And have you really the conceit to think that you can checkmate me, after my bothering the Automaton at Liverpool ? I tell thee, Jack, had it not been for one oversight, I should have been victorious. Well, come, I will show you how brightly the stars shine on this green mountain ; and after we have convinced Mary that you are fonder of tea than either port or punch, for which I assure you she will pay you a well deserved compliment, I will attack you, though I would rather first look into your pocket companion.”
But this will require another number.
LIEUT. JOHN MALONY.
Unequal task, a passion to resign,
Of all things I like to hear men tell their own stories. The third person should never be employed in biography, when the first can be made to speak; for there are many little joints that actually contain the marrow of the narrative, which none but the first person can be acquainted with. I shall, therefore, speak for my friend Jack only when his journal is silent, leaving him, at all other times, to tell his own unvarnished tale.
It has been mentioned, that Mr. Malony was the son of a magistrate and a man of fortune. At an early age Jack's propensity for the army was gratified. I need not describe the natural exultation he felt upon seeing himself the first time in a handsome uniform of scarlet, blue, and gold. His regiment was then stationed in the lively town of Belfast. Jack had letters of introduction not only to his immediate commanding officer, but to many of the first families in the fashionable circle. With a very agreeable person, an easy air, a good horse to ride, and that delightful brogue which the higher orders in the South of Ireland pride themselves on, Jack was soon considered a lady-killer. He seemed insensible, however, to the charms of the fair. In fact, he had no heart to bestow. Emma Townley, a very beautiful young creature in his own neighbourhood, had from his earliest age received the homage of his eyes at church, and he never after was able to transfer his devotion to any other saint.
While he was dreaming of Emma and promotion, an order arrived for his corps to embark at Cork for the East Indies. What could Jack do? His father would not hear of marriage. Indeed, it