he had made his
first impression upon the heiress, and felt his first flame for her, in
her father's house of Ballykiljoy, where he used to hunt and get drunk
with the old gentleman.

'I could do THIM two well enough, anyhow,' Ulick would say, heaving
a sigh; 'and if it's drinking or riding across country would do it,
there's no man in Ireland would have a better chance with Amalia.'

'Never fear, Ulick,' was my reply; 'you shall have your Amalia, or my
name is not Redmond Barry.'

My Lord Charlemont--who was one of the most elegant and accomplished
noblemen in Ireland in those days, a fine scholar and wit, a gentleman
who had travelled much abroad, where I had the honour of knowing
him--gave a magnificent masquerade at his house of Marino, some
few miles from Dublin, on the Dunleary road. And it was at this
entertainment that I was determined that Ulick should be made happy for
life. Miss Kiljoy was invited to the masquerade, and the little Lord
Bullingdon, who longed to witness such a scene; and it was agreed that
he was to go under the guardianship of his governor, my old friend the
Reverend Mr. Runt. I learned what was the equipage in which the party
were to be conveyed to the ball, and took my measures accordingly.

Ulick Brady was not present: his fortune and quality were not sufficient
to procure him an invitation to so distinguished a place, and I had
it given out three days previous that he had been arrested for debt: a
rumour which surprised nobody who knew him.

I appeared that night in a character with which I was very familiar,
that of a private soldier in the King of Prussia's guard. I had a
grotesque mask made, with an immense nose and moustaches, talked
a jumble of broken English and German, in which the latter greatly
predominated; and had crowds round me laughing at my droll accent, and
whose curiosity was increased by a knowledge of my previous history.
Miss Kiljoy was attired as an antique princess, with little Bullingdon
as a page of the times of chivalry; his hair was in powder, his doublet
rose-colour, and pea-green and silver, and he looked very handsome and
saucy as he strutted about with my sword by his side. As for Mr. Runt,
he walked about very demurely in a domino, and perpetually paid his
respects to the buffet, and ate enough cold chicken and drank enough
punch and champagne to satisfy a company of grenadiers.

The Lord Lieutenant came and went in state-the ball was magnificent.
Mis