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.

But our strongest resolutions are overthrown by circumstances—­the ducking, the dancing, and the potteen, had so exhausted Terence, that he unconsciously shut, first, one eye, then the other, and, finally, he fell fast asleep, and dreamed of running away with the heiress on his back, through a shaking bog, in which he sank up to the middle at every step.  His vision was, however, suddenly dispelled by a smart rattle against his window.  A moment was sufficient to recall him to his senses—­he knew it was Miss Biddy’s signal, and, jumping from the bed, drew back the cotton window-curtains and peered earnestly out:  but though the day had begun to break, it was still too dark to enable him to distinguish any person on the lawn.  In a violent hurry he seized on your humble servant, and endeavoured to draw me on; but, alas! the heat of the fire had so shrank me from my natural dimensions, that he might as well have attempted to introduce his leg and foot into an eel-skin.  Flinging me in a rage to the further corner of the room, he essayed to thrust his foot into my companion, which had been reduced to the same shrunken state as myself.  In vain he tugged, swore, and strained; first with one, and then with another, until the stitches in our sides grinned with perfect torture; the perspiration rolled down his forehead—­his eyes were staring, his teeth set, and every nerve in his body was quivering with his exertions—­but still he could not force us on.