 affirmed the
Irishman to be. This discovery completed her disgust, of which my man taking the
advantage, began to recommend himself to her good graces, and the smooth-tongued
rascal found no difficulty to insinuate himself into the place of her heart,
from which the other had been discarded - Their resolution was immediately
taken. In the morning, before day, while poor Teague lay snoring a-bed, his
indefatigable rival ordered a post-chaise, and set out with the lady for
Coldstream, a few miles up the Tweed, where there was a parson who dealt in this
branch of commerce, and there they were noosed, before the Irishman ever dreamt
of the matter. But when he got up at six o'clock, and found the bird was flown,
he made such a noise as alarmed the whole house. One of the first persons he
encountered, was the postilion returned from Coldstream, where he had been
witness to the marriage, and over and above an handsome gratuity, had received a
bride's favour, which he now wore in his cap - When the forsaken lover
understood they were actually married, and set out for London; and that Dutton
had discovered to the lady, that he (the Hibernian) was a taylor, he had like to
have run distracted. He tore the ribbon from the fellow's cap, and beat it about
his ears. He swore he would pursue him to the gates of hell, and ordered a
post-chaise and four to be got ready as soon as possible; but, recollecting that
his finances would not admit of this way of travelling, he was obliged to
countermand this order.
    For my part, I knew nothing at all of what had happened, till the postilion
brought me the keys of my trunk and portmanteau, which he had received from
Dutton, who sent me his respects, hoping I would excuse him for his abrupt
departure, as it was a step upon which his fortune depended - Before I had time
to make my uncle acquainted with this event, the Irishman burst into my chamber,
without any introduction, exclaiming, - »By my soul, your sarvant has robbed me
of five thousand pounds, and I'll have satisfaction, if I should be hanged
to-morrow. -« When I asked him who he was, »My name (said he) is Master
Macloughlin - but it should be Leighlin Oneale, for I am come from Ter-Owen the
Great; and so I am as good a gentleman as any in Ireland; and that rogue, your
sarvant, said
