ence of Ireland.

CHAPTER V. THE REVIEW IN THE PHOENIX

Winding along the quays, we crossed an old and dilapidated bridge; and
after traversing some narrow and ruinous-looking streets, we entered the
Park, and at length reached the Fifteen Acres.

The carriages were drawn up in a line; his Grace's led horses were
ordered up, and staff-officers galloped right and left to announce the
orders for the troops to stand to arms.

As the Duke descended from his carriage he caught my eye, and turning
suddenly towards the Duchess, said, "Let me present Mr. Hinton to your
Grace."

While I was making my bows and acknowledgments, his Grace put his hand
upon my arm.

"You know Lady Killimore, Hinton? Never mind, it's of no consequence.
You see her carriage yonder--they have made some blunder in the road,
and the dragoons, it seems, wont let them pass. Just canter down and
rescue them."

"Do, pray, Mr. Hinton," added the Duchess. "Poor Lady Killimore is so
very nervous she'll be terrified to death if they make any fuss. Her
carriage can come up quite close; there is plenty of room."

"Now, do it well," whispered O'Grady: "there is a pretty girl in the
case; it's your first mission; acquit yourself with credit."

An infernal brass band playing "Rule Britannia" within ten paces of
me, the buzz of voices, the crowd, the novelty of the situation, the
excitement of the moment, all conspired to addle and confuse me; so that
when I put spurs to my horse and struck out into a gallop, I had no very
precise idea of what I was to do, and not the slightest upon earth of
where I was to do it.

A pretty girl in a carriage beset by dragoons was to be looked for--Lady
Kil--somebody's equipage---- "Oh! I have it; there they are," said I, as
a yellow barouche, with four steaming posters, caught my eye in a far part
of the field. From the number of dragoons that surrounded the
carriage, no less than their violent gestures, I could perceive that an
altercation had taken place; pressing my horse to the top of his speed,
I flew across the plain, and arrived flushed, heated, and breathless
beside the carriage.

A large and strikingly handsome woman in a bonnet and plumes of the
most gaudy and showy character, was standing upon the front seat, and
carrying on an active, and, as it seemed, acrimonious controversy with
the sergeant of the horse police.

"You must go back--can't help it, ma'am--nothing but the members of the
household can