_Clara._ Yes. This I may say without partiality--whatever other faults my countrymen have, they certainly are a grateful people. My father, who knew them well, taught me from my childhood, to trust to Irish gratitude. _Sir W._ (_changing his tone_) But, on the other hand, it is my duty to watch over your Irish generosity, Clara. Have you made any more promises, my dear, since morning? _Clara._ Oh! no, sir; and I have heartily repented of that which I made this morning: for I find that this man to whom I have promised the new inn is a sad drunken, good-for-nothing person; and as for his daughter, whom I have never yet seen-- _Sir W._ (_looking towards the entrance from the lawn_) “But who is this? What thing of sea or land? Female of sex it seems-- That so bedeck’d, ornate and gay, Comes this way sailing.” _Enter Miss GALLAGHER._ _Miss G._ Sir, I beg pardon. But I was told Miss O’Hara would wish to speak with Christy Gallagher, and I’m his daughter--he not being very well to-night. He will be up with miss in the morning--but is confined to his bed with a pain about his heart, he took, just when I was coming away. [_CHRISTY’S voice heard, singing, to the tune of “St. Patrick’s day in the morning.”_ “Full bumpers of whiskey, Will make us all frisky, On Patrick’s day in the morning.” _Miss G._ (_aside_) Oh! King of glory, if he is not come up after all! _Clara._ “What noise is that, unlike the former sound?” _Sir W._ Only some man, singing in honour of St. Patrick, I suppose. _Enter_ CHRISTY GALLAGHER, BIDDY _trying to hold him back._ _Christy._ Tut! let me in: I know the lady is here, and I must thank her as becoming-- [_CLARA puts her hand before her face and retires as he advances._ _Miss G._ Oh! father, keep out--you’re not in a condition. _Sir W._ John! Thomas! carry this man off. _Christy._ Ah, now, just let me remark to his honour--did he ever hear this song in England? (_He struggles and sings, while they are carrying him off,_) “O’Rourke’s noble feast shall ne’er be forgot, By those who were there, or by those who were not.” But it was not O’Rourke’s noble feast at all, it was O’Hara’s noble feast, to the best of my knowledge--I’ll take my affidavit; and am not I here, on the spot, ready and proud to fight any one that denies the contrary? Let me alone, Florry, for I’m no babby to be taken out of the room. Ready and proud, I say I am, to fight any tin men in the county, or the kingdom itself, or the three kingdoms entirely, that would go for to dare for to offer to articulate the contrary. So it’s Miss O’Hara for ever, huzza! a! a! a! a! _Sir W._ Carry him off this instant. Begone! [_The servants carry off CHRISTY GALLAGHER, while he sings, to the tune of “One bottle more,”_ “Oh, give me but whiskey, continted I’ll sing, Hibernia for ever, and God save the king!” [_Miss GALLAGHER directs and expedites her father’s retreat._ _Clara._ Shame! shame! Is this the tenant I have chosen?