as every novelist has a right to do once in his
three volumes--"I was lapped in Elysium."

Everything was oblivion until I was awakened by one of my lads at eight
in the morning, and I arose refreshed, though a little stiff. The
hardened clay, which composed the floor, was neatly swept up, the pigs
and the poultry were driven out, and a good fire was blazing under the
chimney. Of all the party of the night before, there remained only the
two fine young men who brought me and my boat up, the elderly couple,
and two blooming girls, with the youngest of whom I had danced almost
the whole of the previous evening. I observed on one of the young men a
tremendous black eye, that certainly was not there the day before, and
the other had his temples carefully bandaged, and both my boat-boys
complained of being kicked and trampled on during the night, yet I am
not so ungrateful, upon such slender evidence, as to assert that the
dance had ended in a scrimmage, or so presumptuous as to say in what
manner I thought that I had been protected during the row, if there had
been one.

My hosts had nothing to offer me for breakfast but a thin, and by no
means tempting pot of hot meal and water. I certainly did taste a
little, that I might not seem to disrespect the pretty Norah, who had
prepared it for me, and strove to make it palatable by a lump of butter,
a delicacy that was offered to no one else. As I was impatient to be
off, I kissed the girls heartily, yes, heartily; shook hands with the
sons, and prepared for my departure, after having, with considerable
difficulty, forced a half-guinea upon my hosts. I begged to know the
names of those to whose hospitality I was so much indebted, and, as well
as memory will serve me at this distance of time, I think they were
specimens of what excellent O'Tooles potatoes are capable of producing.
We then resumed our procession down to the beach, I walking first,
bearing the boat-hook pikeways, followed by the boat itself borne
between the two athletic Tooles, and the procession was closed by the
boat's crew, each with his oar upon his shoulder. We were soon launched
and instructed as to the course we were to take. The wind and sea had
gone down, and the tide was favourable. We had to pull about five miles
to get round the bluff, when we arrived at the sandy little nook from
which we had made our involuntary excursion to sea the night before.
The spirit of obedience to orders was strong