"He's mighty young, Mister Charles is," says my Lord Wellington to me,--"He's mighty young, Mr.
Free." "He is, my lord," says I; "he's young, as you obsarve, but he's as much divilment in him as many that might be his father." "That's somethin', Mr.Free," says my lord; "ye say he comes from a good stock ?" "The _rale_ sort, my lord," says I; "an ould, ancient family, that's spent every sixpence they had in treating their neighbors.

My father lived near him for years,"-- you see, Molly, I said that to season the discourse.

"We'll make him a captain," says my lord; "but, Mr.Free, could we do nothing for you ?" "Nothing, at present, my lord.

When my friends comes into power," says I, "they'll think of me.

There's many a little thing to give away in Ireland, and they often find it mighty hard to find a man for lord-lieutenant; and if that same, or a tide-waiter's place was vacant--" "Just tell me," says my lord.