great city, to proceed to county Monaghan, inspect an estate there advertised for sale, and purchase it at the hammer, should it prove worth Irish money. Bernard M'Mahon, attorney-at-law, styling himself solicitor, and of course gentleman, having a strong inclination to return to the dear sod, fulfilled his commission to the letter; and, agreeably to his wishes, found himself invested as agent and receiver to the Nabob.

Soon after, the important personage himself crossed the channel to inspect his newly acquired property; and, finding every thing so horrible, he ordered the old house to be pulled down (his agent, with the materials, building a handsome residence for himself); turned the whole topsy turvy; threw the front into lawns, the rear into plantations, the wings into picturesque views, and, altogether, produced such astonishing changes and improvements-as any one may produce with money.

At last, Mulgatawny Lodge was pronounced fit for Indian reception, and the Nabob's family arrived at the neighbouring town in four carriages. Here they were met by the population of Mullinabrack, who, if they had been permitted, would have made

horses of themselves; but the Nabob, who, under all his ostentation, generally looked to expense, said it was horrible, and forced the Monaghan colts to content themselves with an Irish howl, expressive of their supreme delight on the occasion of this auspicious arrival.

In the front carriage were the Nabob and Nabobess, both peeping, and bowing to front and wings, as they passed the different groups of blue frieze-coated Paddies, and red-cloaked Shelahs, who stared at their prim faces, and gaped at the black servant man and maid who sat perched on the box. I do not like the title Nabobess; it is a foot too long; nor do I like our lady Nabob, though I need not state my objection; therefore, we shall call this stranger Mrs. Wilford. She was about fifty winters old; a few years younger than her husband, but in appearance older. In temper they were much alike; and time had given them the same cast of aspect, in proportion as habit had reconciled them to each other's peculiarities. Their youngest son, a boy about seven years of age, sat beside his mother, grinning at the wild Irish. In a carriage behind were four daughters, laughing, black-haired, black

eyed, good-natured-looking girls; and immediately after them, in two coaches, under the superintendance of the Nabob's two grown-up sons, were his antiquarian treasures, his Hindoo idols, his stuffed snakes, birds, and beasts, with a few living specimens, to form a museum adjoining the library of Mulgatawny Lodge. Outside of all the carriages were servants, black, yellow, and white, in rich liveries of sky-blue and gold.

It was a slow and long procession. The hills were covered with bonfires, the bells were ringing, the people were shouting, and of course labour stood still, as the Nabob's family approached Mulgatawny Lodge; where, notwithstanding all his entreaties to the contrary, the horses were taken from the carriages, and the Nabob and his lady, their daughters, their sons, their servants, and their Indian curiosities, were drawn, by the strong-bodied tenants of the Mullinabrack estate, up the new-fashioned circumbendibus that now led to the lodge, instead of the former avenue of trees. The females, and more ancient, and more juvenile portions of the tenantry were arranged in a line along the flight of stone stairs, by which you pass to the portico, vestibule,

or whatever you please to call the handsome landing place before the hall door of Mulgatawny; for the Nabob has now dropped the word "Lodge," as an unimpressive addition.

Well, the Nabob, and of course the Nabob's whole family, having been received by Mr. Bernard M'Mahon, attorney-at-law, and it follows, gentleman, with all the antiquated politeness for which he is so remarkable, entered their new habitation, with every desire to consider it a horrible place; but at the same time, with no disposition to decline the well furnished table and sideboard, which Mr. M'Mahon had provided.

"Has my hookah arrived, Bernard ?" asked the

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naferam has a chillum ready."

Yes, sir," replied the agent," and Con

any curry and rice for me?"

"Have the rascals

"No, sir; we must

crave your pardon, I entirely forgot the curry stuff when in Dublin." "This is too bad, by, Bernard. It is horrible! I shall not be able to exist here. Has the Madeira been obdared?* Did you examine the saltpetre? Give me a glass! I am lost. Pah! as hot as mull ought to be. What an infer

* Cooled.

nal country this is! Horrible! horrible! horrible! Bernard.-Quihi*?-Saheeb! Will you cool that Madeira, you? This is what I get by bringing you here. We shall not be able to exist, Bernard."

Thus the Nabob continued to ring a peal on his favourite expletives, till the ladies returned from changing their travelling dresses; when Mr. M'Mahon found that the champagne he had furnished was so completely Irish, that it was undrinkable. The green hock glasses were Irish, and so short in the shank that it was horrible! The finger cups and coolers were as pale as Irish diamonds; they had no brilliancy in them. Because the wax candles in silver branches along the table were not covered with glass shades, it was horrible! At first it was horribly cold; and then, as the large fire and generous fare operated, it was horribly hot; and it was intolerable that there was no punko in the room. The Irish knew nothing of comfort. Then, the joints were all Irish-the fish and soup had been Irish-the mulgatawny was horrible—the patties were undone—the chandeliers were of Irish cut-the decanters revealed not the • Who's there?