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Title: The cabinet of Irish literature; selections from the works of the chief poet, orators, and prose writers of Ireland
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Read, Charles A. (Charles Anderson), 1841-1878 Tynan, Katharine, 1861-1931 O'Connor, T. P. (Thomas Power), 1848-1929
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Publisher: London : The Gresham Publishing Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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hes. Rac. Sure. Ade. Not a night I dont dream Im rum-maging her clothes-press in the haunted room,as you call it. Rac. Well, my dear, if you will retire, sufferJack to see you across the gallery. Jack C. Ay, miss, under my guard, showme the ghost that dare affront you. (E.xit iiith Adelaide. Enter ISLvry ivith supper, which she puts onthe table. Mary. There, miss. Lets see, I must bringanother bottle; for your lover is a good fellow,and a good fellow deserves a good bottle. Rac. (Sits dovm.) I wish Jack Connor wouldmake haste. (Begins to carve, laughing.) Ha,ha, ha! my little dad, if he knew what wewere at now! Enter Dowdle, in an undress—Rachel carveswith her back to him as he enters. Rac. Yes, my poor fathers fast asleep bythis, in some peaceful cottage. Ha, ha, ha! Iwould not care if he had a taste of this turkey;I know the old lad likes a bit o the merry-thought—How long my deary stays!—Is thatyou? (Speaks without looking round.) Ehlyouve been giving her a kiss, I suppose—
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A NICH LITTLE SUPPER JOHN OKEEFE. 5d come, whilst its hot; sit down, you foolishfellow. (Bowdle comes down, and sits oppositeto her.) Ah ! (Screams.) Old D. Whats the matter with you \ Rac. Sir, I—I—I thought it was the ghost. Old D. Why, did you invite the ghost tosupper ? Rac. Lord, sir, who expected you? Old D. Indeed, I should not have been hometo-night but for the tumble. Rac. What tumble, sir ? Old D. Sure, you—oh, true, I warnt toknow she let Muns gallop my horses about theroad. (Aside.) Well (laughing), ha, ha, ha!I forgive you and him, since it has procuredme so good a supper, (laughing.) Ha, ha! Rac. Forgive us! then, sir, you know all ) Old D. Yes, yes, Im not angry—call thefellow. Rac. O precious! Then, sir, youll let himsup with us? Old D. Sup ! What, your servant? Rac. True, sir; I am his mistress, and heloves me dearly. Old D. Who, Muns? Rac. Muns! Old D. If your Muns dare to sit down at atable with me, Ill knock the scoundrel to thedevil. Enter Muns and Tooten

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