Produced by Syamanta Saikia, Jon Ingram, Barbara Tozier and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading Team PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 1. FOR THE WEEK ENDING AUGUST 21, 1841. * * * * * THE WIFE-CATCHERS. A LEGEND OF MY UNCLE'S BOOTS. _In Four Chapters._ CHAPTER IV. [Illustration: T]The conversation now subsided into "private and confidential" whispers, from which I could learn that Miss O'Brannigan had consented to quit her father's halls with Terence that very night, and, before the priest, to become his true and lawful wife. It had been previously understood that those of the guests who lived at a distance from the lodge should sleep there that night. Nothing could have been more favourable for the designs of the lovers; and it was arranged between them, that Miss Biddy was to steal from her chamber into the yard, at daybreak, and apprise her lover of her presence by flinging a handful of gravel against his window. Terence's horse was warranted to carry double, and the lady had taken the precaution to secure the key of the stable where he was placed. It was long after midnight before the company began to separate;--cloaks, shawls, and tippets were called for; a jug of punch of extra strength was compounded, and a _doch an dhurris_[1] of the steaming beverage administered to every individual before they were permitted to depart. At length the house was cleared of its guests, with the exception of those who were to remain and take beds there. Amongst the number were the haberdasher and your uncle. The latter was shown into a chamber in which a pleasant turf fire was burning on the hearth. [1] A drink at the door;--a farewell cup. Although Terence's mind was full of sweet anticipations and visions of future grandeur, he could not avoid feeling a disagreeable sensation arising from the soaked state of his boots; and calculating that it still wanted three or four hours of daybreak, he resolved to have us dry and comfortable for his morning's adventure. With this intention he drew us off, and placed us on the hearth before the fire, and threw himself on the bed--not to sleep--he would sooner have committed suicide--but to meditate upon the charms of Miss Biddy and her thousand pounds.