me
was no more than a corruption of the adjective mealy.

The noble saint and his wife came on thus far above the roaring crowd,
and as they draw nearer, lo! the saint and Sheeley are revealed.

The saint is personated by the heroic Mr. Jinks--his wife is
represented by Mistress O'Calligan!

This is the grand revenge of Mr. Jinks--this is the sweet morsel which
he has rolled beneath his tongue for days--this is the refinement of
torture he has mixed for the love-sick O'Brallaghan, who personates
the opposing Michael.

As the adversaries see their opponents, they roar--as they catch sight
of their patron saints thus raised aloft derisively, they thunder. The
glove is thrown, the die is cast--in an instant they are met in deadly
battle.

Would that our acquaintance with the historic muse were sufficiently
intimate to enable us to invoke her aid on this occasion. But she is
far away, thinking of treaties and protocols, and "eventualities" far
in the orient, brooding o'er lost Sebastopol.

The reader therefore must be content with hasty words.

The first item of the battle worthy to be described, is the downward
movement of the noble saints from their high position.

Once in the melee, clutching at their enemies, the combatants become
oblivious of saintly affairs. The shoulders of the platform bearers
bend--the platforms tumble--St. Patrick grapples with St. Michael, who
smashes his pewter beer-pot down upon the shamrock.

The shamrock rises--wild and overwhelmed with terror, recreant to
Ireland, and quailing before Michael, who has stumbled over Sheeley.

Mr. Jinks retreats through the press before O'Brallaghan, who pursues
him with horrible ferocity, breathing vengeance, and on fire with
rage.

O'Brallaghan grasps Jinks' robe--the robe is torn from his back, and
O'Brallaghan falls backwards: then rises, still overwhelmed with rage.

Jinks suddenly sees a chance of escape--he has intrusted Fodder to a
boy, who rides now in the middle of the press.

He tears the urchin from the saddle, seizes a club, and leaping
upon Fodder's back, brandishes his weapon, and cheers on his men to
victory.

But accidents will happen even to heroes. Mr. Jinks is not a great
rider--it is his sole weak point. Fodder receiving a blow behind,
starts forward--then stops, kicking up violently.

The forward movement causes the shoulders of Mr. Jinks to fly down on
the animal's back, the legs of Mr. Jinks to rise into the air. The