gain,' says he.

'The Duke of Wellinton and Gineral Blakeney,' says Bonypart, 'is great
for planning, no doubt,' says he; 'but Billy Malowney's the boy for
ACTION,' says he--'an' action's everything, just now,' says he.

So wid that Bonypart pushes up his cocked hat, and begins scratching his
head, and thinning and considherin' for the bare life, and at last says
he to the gineral:

'Gineral Commandher iv all the Foorces,' says he, 'I've hot it,' says
he: 'ordher out the forlorn hope,' says he, 'an' give them as much
powdher, both glazed and blasting,' says he, 'an' as much bullets do
ye mind, an' swan-dhrops an' chain-shot,' says he, 'an' all soorts iv
waipons an' combustables as they can carry; an' let them surround Bill
Malowney,' says he, 'an' if they can get any soort iv an advantage,'
says he, 'let them knock him to smithereens,' says he, 'an' then take
him presner,' says he; 'an' tell all the bandmen iv the Frinch army,'
says he, 'to play up "Garryowen," to keep up their sperits,' says he,
'all the time they're advancin'. An' you may promise them anything you
like in my name,' says he; for, by my sowl, I don't think its many iv
them 'ill come back to throuble us,' says he, winkin' at him.

So away with the gineral, an' he ordhers out the forlorn hope, all'
tells the band to play, an' everything else, just as Bonypart desired
him. An' sure enough, whin Billy Malowney heerd the music where he
was standin' taking a blast of the dhudheen to compose his mind for
murdherin' the Frinchmen as usual, being mighty partial to that tune
intirely, he cocks his ear a one side, an' down he stoops to listen to
the music; but, begorra, who should be in his rare all the time but a
Frinch grannideer behind a bush, and seeing him stooped in a convanient
forum, bedad he let flies at him sthraight, and fired him right forward
between the legs an' the small iv the back, glory be to God! with what
they call (saving your presence) a bum-shell.

Well, Bill Malowney let one roar out iv him, an' away he rowled over the
field iv battle like a slitther (as Bonypart and the Duke iv Wellington,
that was watching the manoeuvres from a distance, both consayved) into
glory.

An' sure enough the Frinch was overjoyed beyant all bounds, an' small
blame to them--an' the Duke of Wellington, I'm toult, was never all out
the same man sinst.

At any rate, the news kem home how Billy Malowney was murdhered by the
Frinch in furrin parts.

Well, al