As I remarked to the Boy who squirted peppersass through a tin dinner-horn at my trained Bear (which it caused that feroshus animal to kick up his legs and howl dismal, which fond mothers fell into swoons and children cride to go home because fearin the Bear would leave his jungle and tear them from limb to limb), and then excoosed himself (this Boy did) by sayin he had done so while labourin under a attack of Moral Insanity--as I sed to that thrifty youth, "I allus incurridge geenyus, whenever I see it." It's the same with Dan Bryant.  I am informed there are better Irish actors than he is, but somhow I'm allus out of town when they act, & so is other folks, which is what's the matter. ACK THE 1.--Glendalo by moonlite. Irishmen with clubs. This is in 1798, the year of your birth, Mr. Editor. It appears a patriotic person named McCool has bin raisin a insurrection in the mountain districts, and is now goin to leave the land of his nativity for a tower in France.  Previsly to doin so he picks the pockit of Mr. Michael Feeny, a gov'ment detectiv, which pleases the gallery very much indeed, and they joyfully remark, "hi, hi." He meets also at this time a young woman who luvs him dearer than life, and who is, of course, related to the gov'ment; and just as the gov'ment goes agin him she goes for him.  This is nat'ral, but not grateful.  She sez, "And can it be so?  Ar, tell me it is not so thusly as this thusness wouldst seem!" or words to that effect. He sez it isn't any other way, and they go off. Irish moosic by the Band. Mr. McCool goes and gives the money to his foster-sister, Miss Arrah Meelish, who is goin to shortly marry Shaun, the Lamp Post.  Mac then alters his mind about goin over to France, and thinks he'll go up-stairs and lie down in the straw.  This is in Arrah's cabin.  Arrah says it's all right, me darlint, och hone, and shure, and other pop'lar remarks, and Mac goes to his straw. The wedding of Shaun and Arrah comes off. Great excitement.  Immense demonstration on the part of the peasantry.  Barn-door jigs, and rebelyus song by McHouse, called "The Drinkin of the Gin."  Ha, what is this?  Soldiers cum in.  Moosic by the band.  "Arrah," sez the Major, "you have those money."  She sez, "Oh no, I guess not."  He sez, "Oh yes, I guess you have."  "It is my own," sez she, and exhibits it.  "It is mine," says Mr. Feeny, and identifies it. Great confusion. Coat is prodoosed from up-stairs. "Whose coat is this?" sez the Major.  "Is it the coat of a young man secreted in this here cabin?" Now this is rough on Shaun.  His wife accoosed of theft, the circumstances bein very much agin her, and also accoosed of havin a hansum young man hid in her house.  But does this bold young Hibernian forsake her?  Not much, he dont.  But he takes it all on himself, sez he is the guilty wretch, and is marcht off to prison.