So I wint with the Rile Irish, and fought fer the Widdy.

So what with likin' the stir an' at the same time the safety an' comfort o' the wars, an' what with now an' thin a flirtashun in wan colour or another o' the human rainbow, with a bit of sport an' ridin' enough to kape me waist, I've been in the Rile Irish ivver since--whin not somewhere ilse; though mostly, Ned, me boy, stone broke, an' ownin' no more than me bed an' me arms.

Ye know this, Ned." "Yes," said Franklin, "I know, Battersleigh.

You've been a proud one," "Tut, tut, me boy; nivver mind.

Ye'll know I came out here to make me fortune, there bein' no more fightin' daycint enough to engage the attention of a gintleman annywhere upon the globe.