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As far as the darkness permitted us to see, Clogheen is still neat Clogheen. A little further west is the classic little town of Ballyporeen, which has danced to music that was not wedding music more than once during late years.
'Nay, Madam, said the gay captain; 'I prithee, weep not; the like discoveries, as you have read, have been made in Rome, Salamanca, Ballyporeen, Babylon, Venice, and fifty other famous cities. He always felt in these interviews, as if she and he were extemporising a burlesque she the Queen of Crim Tartary, and he an Archbishop in her court and would have spoken blank verse, only he feared she might perceive it, and break up the conference.
In the first paragraph, Sir Anthony Allan-a-dale is lying dead, and the Baron of Ballyporeen is standing over him with a bloody sword. You must always begin with an incident now, and then hark back for your explanation and description; that's what the editor says is the great secret of the present day, and where we beat all the old fellows that wrote twenty years ago. 'Oh! yes I see.
But at this time Charley was not idle. The fate of 'Crinoline and Macassar' has not yet been told; nor has that of the two rival chieftains, the 'Baron of Ballyporeen and Sir Anthony Allan-a- dale. These heartrending tales appeared in due course, bit by bit, in the pages of the Daily Delight.
In fact, the productions which have long been regarded as pure samples of Irish poetic composition, such as 'The Groves of Blarney, and 'The Wedding of Ballyporeen, 'Ally Croker, etc., etc., are altogether spurious, and as much like the thing they call themselves 'as I to Hercules. There are to be sure in Ireland, as in all countries, poems which deserve to be laughed at.
One Adelgitha, the daughter of the Thane of Allan-a-dale there were Thanes in those days, you know was betrothed to the eldest son of Sir Waldemar de Ballyporeen. This gives me an opportunity of bringing in a succinct little account of the Conquest, which will be beneficial to the lower classes. The editor peremptorily insists upon that kind of thing. 'Omne tulit punctum, said Norman.
He drove the poor piggy to Ballyporeen, And the price of it soon he did spend in poteen, He got into a fight and was cracked on the head, Then to jail he was carried and taken for dead. The constable then for the Father did send, For he thought that McCarthy was quite near his end; He confessed to the priest, did this penitent youth, About the pig stealing he told the whole truth.
His mother was subsequently married to Mr. Crosbie Moore, and she ran away with Colonel Fitz-Gibbon, afterwards Lord Clare. Mr. Crosbie Moore had not much sense of humour, as the following tale will show. He was presiding at Ballyporeen Petty Sessions, when a village tailor was summoned for having his pig wandering on the road.
'Why, the name is long enough; it's the longest part about it. The editor gave me the name, you know, and then I had to write the story. It's to be called "Sir Anthony Allan-a-dale and the Baron of Ballyporeen." 'Oh! two rival knights in love with the same lady, of course, and Harry gave a gentle sigh as he thought of his own still unhealed grief. 'The scene is laid in Ireland, I presume?
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