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"I'm towld that he's been passing himself off as Lord John Russell, the Prime Ministher av England, an' as the spicial ambassador exthraardinary from our r'y'l cousin, the Quane av England, to invistigate the state av affairs in Spain, wid an' oi to raycognition av our r'y'l claims.

Another youngster from Leadenhall Street eh?" He looked at me inquiringly as he asked the question. "Yes, sorr. He's Misther Gray-ham, sorr; jist come down to jine the Silver Quane, sorr, as foorst-class apprentice," replied the boatswain with a sly wink to the other, which I was quick enough to catch.

"Me name's Tim Rooney, as I tould you afore, Misther Gray- ham sure, an' it's fond I am ov bacon, avic, an' ham, too, by the same token! I'd have ye to know, as ye're a foorst-class apprentice which kills me enthirely wid the laffin' sure! that I'm the bosun av the Silver Quane; an' as we're agoin' to be shipmets togither, I hopes things'll be moighty plisint atwane us, sure."

"I niver knowed that ve were a cousin befoor," said "His Majesty," "or else I'd saluted ye in our r'y'l fashion, just as our cousin Quane Victoria did whin she acknowledged the Imperor Napoleon. It's our way to acknowledge relationship wid the r'y'l kiss. We call it the Kiss av State. Allow me, cousin." And before the astounded Mrs.

"Corporal of the guaod, the quane of all the South is coming down the road, riding a high stepper. Phat will I do, I dunno?" "Stop her," I yelled with my teeth chattering. "Halt right fhere yez are," said the Irishman, with a look on his face that showed he was well, that he was an Irishman, and had an eye for beauty.

Later he learned what had happened; a young woman had brought back Naughty; a very honest young woman who refused all reward. "Sure," said the cook, who had the story from the butler, "and she spoke loike a quane. 'I can take nothing for returning what doesn't belong to me, ma'am. I am but doing my jooty.

Next moment a hilarious cheer burst from the crowd, and Teddy Malone, from his retreat, shouted, "God bliss the Quane!" which infused hearty laughter into the cheer, whereupon Welsh and Nobbs, thinking the right time had come, sent out of their tin tubes, after a few ineffectual blurts, two terrific brays.

"I'm sorry for yez," returned Malone, "for I'm afeared we'll have to skrag the wan half of ye to keep the other half in order. In a spik an' span noo settlement, where ivvery wan thinks he may do as he likes, the laws has to be pritty stiff. We've wan comfort, howivver the quane is marciful." The Irishman was right in both his views on this subject, as the sequel will show.

I'm of a forgivin' disposition. An' it's a good quane you'll make, too, av ye don't let the men have too much o' their own way. But I do think that you an' me togither'll be more than a match for them all. D'ee think ye could stand the caronation now, dear?" "Yes, I think I could.

I should think I did." "That same, alannah. He wasn't a bad sort of chap, an' a good sayman, ivvry inch of him, though I used for to call him an ould thaife just `for fun an' fancy' as the old song says well, he's lift the ould barquey an' gone with Cap'en Fosset in the Fairi Quane. But ye haven't axed me onst afther yer ould fri'nd Spokeshave! Sure, now, ye haven't forgot little `Conky, faith!"

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