to lose little of its sting in their own version.

"Look at Flood, boys--there's the old vulture with broken beak and
cadaverous aspect--a groan for Flood," and the demand was answered by
thousands.

"There's Tom Connolly," shouted a loud voice, "three cheers for the
Volunteers--three cheers for Castletown."

"Thank you, boys, thank you," said a rich mellow voice, as in their
enthusiasm the mob pressed around the carriage of the popular member,
and even shook hands with the footmen behind the carriage.

"Here's Luttrel, here's Luttrel," cried out several together, and in a
moment the excitement, which before was all of joy, assumed a character
of deepest execration.

Aware of the popular feeling towards him, this gentleman's carriage
was guarded by two troopers of the horse police--nor was the precaution
needless, for no sooner was he recognised, than a general rush was made
by the mob, and for a moment or two the carriage was separated from the
rest of the line.

"Groan him, boys, groan him, but don't touch the traitor," shouted a
savage-looking fellow, who stood a head and shoulders above the crowd.

"Couldn't you afford to buy new liveries with the eighty thousand pounds
the Government gave you," yelled another, and the sally was responded to
with a burst of savage laughter.

"Throw us out a penny," called a third, "it will treat all your friends
in Ireland--let him go, boys, let him go on, he's only stopping the way
of his betters."

"Here's the man that knows how to spend his money--three cheers for the
Englishman from Stephen's-green--three cheers for Sir Marmaduke
Travers," and the cheers burst forth with an enthusiasm that showed, how
much more a character for benevolence and personal kindness conciliated
mob estimation, than all the attributes of political partizanship.

"Bring us a lamp here, bring us a lamp," cried a miserable object in
tattered rags, "take down a lamp, boys, till we have a look at the two
beauties," and strange as the suggestion may seem, it was hailed with a
cry of triumphal delight, and in another moment a street lamp was taken
from its place and handed over the heads of the mob, to the very window
of Sir Marmaduke's carriage; while the old Baronet, kindly humouring the
eccentricity of the people, lowered the glass to permit them to see in.
A respectful silence extended over that crowd, motley and miserable as
it was, and they stood in mute admiration, not venturing upon a word