ch taps some forty puncheons of schnapps, and makes the
people drunk. In Belgium, he gets up a high mass, and a procession of
virgins. In the States, a rabid diatribe against England, and a spice
of Lynch Law, are clap-trap. But every land has its own peculiar
leaning--to be gratified by some one concession or compliment in
preference to every other.

Now, when Lord Normanby came to Ireland, he must have been somewhat
puzzled by the very multiplicity of these expectations. It was a
regular "embarras de richesses." There was so much to give, and he so
willing to give it!

First, there was discouragement to be dealt out against
Protestants--an easy and a pleasant path; then the priests were to be
brought into fashion--a somewhat harder task; country gentlemen were
to be snubbed and affronted; petty attorneys were to be petted and
promoted; all claimants with an "O" to their names were to have
something--it looked national; men of position and true influence were
to be pulled down and degraded, and so on. In fact, there was a good
two years of smart practice in the rupture of all the ties of society,
and in the overthrow of whatever was respectable in the land, before
he need cry halt.

Away he went then, cheered by the sweet voices of the mob he loved,
and quick work he made of it. I need not stop to say, how pleasant
Dublin became when deserted of all who could afford to quit it; nor
how peaceful were the streets which no one traversed--_ubi solitudinem
faciunt pacem appellant_. The people, like Oliver, "asked for more;"
ungrateful people! not content with Father Glynn at the viceroy's
table, and the Bishop of "Mesopotamia" in the council, they cried,
like the horseleech's daughters, "Give! give!"

"What would they have, the spalpeens?" said Pierce Mahony; "sure ain't
we destroying the place entirely, and nobody will be able to live here
after us."

"What do they want?" quoth Anthony Blake; "can't they have patience?
Isn't the church trembling, and property not worth two years'
purchase?"

"Upon my life!" whispered Lord Morpeth, "I can't comprehend them. I
fear we have been only but too good-natured!--don't you think so?"

And so they pondered over their difficulties, but never a man among
them could suggest a remedy for their new demand, nor make out a
concession which had not been already made.

"Did you butter Dan?" said Anthony.

"Ay, and offered him the 'rolls' too," said Sheil.

"It's no use," interpo