ccordingly seized, goose and all, making the best of his way, so armed,
to the scene of battle. He just came out of an entry as the miller was
once more roaring for assistance, and, to a dead certainty, would have
spitted the tailor like a cook-sparrow against the miller's carcase, had
not his activity once more saved him. Unluckily, the unfortunate miller
got the thrust behind which was intended for Neal, and roared like a
bull. He was beginning to shout 'Foul play!' again, when, on turning
round, he perceived that the thrust had not been intended for him, but
for the tailor.

"'Give me that spit,' said he; 'by all the mills that ever were turned,
I'll spit the tailor this blessed minute beside the goose, and we'll
roast them both together.'

"The other refused to part with the spit, but the miller seizing the
goose, flung it with all his force after the tailor, who stooped,
however, and avoided the blow.

"'No man has a better right to the goose than the tailor,' said Neal, as
he took it up, and, disappearing, neither he nor the goose could be seen
for the remainder of the day.

"The battle was now somewhat abated. Skulls, and bones, and bricks, and
stones, were, however, still flying; so that it might be truly said,
the bones of contention were numerous. The streets presented a woeful
spectacle: men were lying with their bones broken--others, though not so
seriously injured, lappered in their blood--some were crawling up, but
were instantly knocked down by their enemies--some were leaning against
the walls, or groping their way silently along them, endeavoring to
escape observation, lest they might be smashed down and altogether
murdered. Wives were sitting with the bloody heads of their husbands in
their laps, tearing their hair, weeping and cursing, in all the gall of
wrath, those who left them in such a state. Daughters performed the
said offices to their fathers, and sisters to their brothers; not
pretermitting those who did not neglect their broken-pated bachelors to
whom they paid equal attention. Yet was the scene not without abundance
of mirth. Many a hat was thrown up by the O'Callaghan side, who
certainly gained the day. Many a song was raised by those who tottered
about with trickling sconces, half drunk with whiskey, and half stupid
with beating. Many a 'whoo,' and 'hurroo,' and 'huzza,' was sent forth
by the triumphanters; but truth to tell, they were miserably feeble and
faint, compared to what they