It is a beautiful district in Ireland, the capital of which is the magnificent city of Clonmel: a city, let me tell you, sir, only inferior to Dublin and London, and far more sumptuous than any on the Continent.

Well, Morgan said that his birthplace was near that city, and the only thing which caused him unhappiness, in his present situation, was the thought that his brothers were still starving at home, when they might be so much better off in His Majesty's service.
'"'Faith," says Morgan to the sergeant, to whom he imparted the information, "it's my brother Bin that would make the fine sergeant of the guards, entirely!" '"Is Ben as tall as you are ?" asked the sergeant.
'"As tall as ME, is it?
Why, man, I'm the shortest of my family! There's six more of us, but Bin's the biggest of all.

Oh! out and out the biggest.

Seven feet in his stockin-FUT, as sure as my name's Morgan!" '"Can't we send and fetch them over, these brothers of yours ?" '"Not you.

Ever since I was seduced by one of you gentlemen of the cane, they've a mortal aversion to all sergeants," answered Morgan: "but it's a pity they cannot come, too.