"Stop! stop! wid ye, now; sure you wouldn't be afther spaking to ye'r ould sarvant that way,--the snuff's only a little dryer, or so, may be," exclaimed 'the boy,' trying to soften matters. "You big blackguard you, didn't you get drunk and fall asleep?" interrogated his master, as he suspended his arm for a moment. "Och by all the saints, that's a good'un now, where can be the harum of slaaping wid a drop or so; besides--but hould that shilelah--hear a man spake raison." Just as Lundy Foot's wrath had in some degree subsided in this serio-comic scene, and he had given the negligent watcher his nominal discharge, who should come in but a couple of merchants. They instantly gave him a large order for the snuffs they were usually in the habit of purchasing, and requested to have it ready for shipping by the next day. Not having near so large a quantity at the time by him, in consequence of what had happened, he related the occurrence to them, at the same time, by way of illustration, pointing out the trembling Larey, occupied in rubbing his arms and back, and making all kinds of contortions. Actuated by curiosity, the visitors requested to look at the snuff, although Lundy Foot told them, from the time it had been drying, it must be burnt to a chip. Having taken out the tins, they were observed to emit a burnt flavour, anything but disagreeable, and on one of the gentlemen taking a pinch up and putting it to his nose, he pronounced it the best snuff he had ever tasted. Upon this, the others made a similar trial, and all agreed that chance had brought it to a degree of perfection before unknown. Reserving about a third, Lundy Foot sold the rest to his visitors. The only thing that remained now, was to give it a name: for this purpose, in a facetious mood, arising from the sudden turn affairs had taken, the master called his man to him who was lingering near, "Come here, you Irish blackguard, and tell these gentlemen what you call this snuff, of your own making." Larey, who did not want acuteness, and perceived the aspect of things, affected no trifling degree of sulky indignation, as he replied. "And is it a name ye'r in want of, Sir? fait I should have thought it was the last thing you couldn't give; without indeed, you've given all your stock to me already. You may even call it 'Irish blackguard,' stidd of one Michael Larey." 'Upon this hint he spake,' and as many a true word is spoken in jest, so was it christened on the spot. The snuff was sent to England immediately, and to different places abroad, where it soon became a favorite to so great a degree, that the proprietor took out a patent and rapidly accumulated a handsome fortune. Such are the particulars connected with the discovery of the far-famed Lundy Foot or Irish Blackguard--for which we are indebted to a member of the Irish bar, who was a resident in Dublin at the time.