ng a song of his
own composition; not the ditty which has come down to modern times
connected with this gentleman's name--but another and more original
madrigal. The popular ditty, we have every reason to believe, was
afterwards written by Mr. Jinks, in derision and contempt of Mr.
O'Brallaghan.

Mr. Jinks creeps up; diabolical and gloomy thoughts agitate his soul;
and when a night-cap appears at an opening in the shutter, and a
fluttering voice exclaims, "Oh, now--really! Mr. O'Brallaghan," the
hidden spectator trembles with jealousy and rage.

A colloquy then ensues between the manly singer and the maiden,
which we need not repeat. It is enough to say, that Mr. O'Brallaghan
expresses disapprobation at the coldness of the lady.

The lady replies, that she respects and esteems Mr. O'Brallaghan, but
never, never can be his, owing to the fact that she is another's.

Mr. Jinks starts with joy, and shakes his fist--from the protecting
shadow--triumphantly at the poor defeated wooer.

The wooer, in turn, grows cold and defiant; he upbraids the lady; he
charges her with entertaining a passion for the rascal and coward
Jinks.

This causes the lady to repel the insulting accusation with hauteur.

Mr. O'Brallaghan thinks, and says, thereupon, that she is a cruel and
unnatural woman, and unworthy of affection or respect.

Mistress O'Calligan wishes, in reply, to know if Mr. O'Brallaghan
means to call her a woman.

Mr. O'Brallaghan replies that he does, and that if Mr. Jinks were
present, he would exterminate that gentleman, as some small exhibition
of the state of his feelings at being thus insulted by the worst and
most hard-hearted of her sex.

After which, Mr. O'Brallaghan clenches his hands with threatening
vehemence, and brushing by the concealed Jinks, who makes himself as
small as possible, disappears, muttering vengeance.

Mr. Jinks is happy, radiant, triumphant, and as he watches the
retreating wooer, his frame shakes with sombre merriment. Then he
turns toward the window, and laughs with cautious dignity.

The lady, who is just closing the window, starts and utters an
exclamation of affright. This, however, is disregarded by Mr. Jinks,
who draws near, and stands beneath the window.

Mistress O'Calligan considers it necessary to state that she is in
such a taking, and to ask who could have thought it. Mr. Jinks does
not directly reply to this question, but, reaching up, hands in the
bundle, and commences