Even Barney Broghan, the fool, could not keep quiet, but on the contrary, thrust himself into the quarrel, and began to strike indiscriminately at all who came in his way, until an unlucky blow on the nose happening, to draw his claret very copiously, he made a bound up behind the sill, uttering a series of howlings, as from time to time he looked at his own blood, that were amusing in the extreme.

As it happened, however, the influence of liquor was too strong upon both parties to enable them to inflict on each other any serious injury.

Such, however, was the midnight pastime of the still-house when our friend Hycy entered.
"What in the devil's name--or the guager's--which is worse--" he asked, addressing himself to Batt and Teddy, "is the meaning of all this ?" "Faith, you know a'most as much about it," replied Hogan, laughing, "as we do; they got drunk, an' that accounts for it." "Mr.Burke," said Finigan, who was now quite tipsy; "I am delighted to be able to--to--yes, it is he," he added, speaking to himself--"to see you well." "I have my doubts as to that, Mr.Finigan," replied Hycy.
"Fame, Mr.Burke," continued the other, "has not been silent with regard to your exploits.

Your horsemanship, sir, and the trepid pertinacity with which you fasten upon the reluctant society of men of rank, have given you a notorious celebrity, of which your worthy father, honest Jemmy, as he is called, ought to be justly proud.

And you shine, Mr.
Burke, in the loves as well as in the--_tam veneri quam_--I was about to add _Marti_, but it would be inappropriate, or might only remind you of poor Biddy Martin.