brigand, Doheny.”  Involuntarily and simultaneously my friend and myself burst into an immoderate fit of laughter, The gentleman could not at all comprehend our mirth.  He had, he thought, delivered himself of very sound and very gentlemanly philosophy, and he was really shocked to find it had made an impression so different from what he had expected.  He had travelled much, he said, and met men of many lands, of whom Irishmen were ever the most polite and best bred gentlemen; a fact which rendered our laughing in his face rather inexplicable.  The conversation was again resumed and again waxed warm.  I expressed my opinion of English paupers in Ireland, and said they ought to be transported in a convict ship back to Liverpool, in the same fashion as Irish paupers of a different class are transmitted to Dublin by the Liverpool guardians.  To this he replied by saying that there would be no peace in Ireland until the Mitchels and Dohenys were hanged, a fate which the latter was hastening to with irresistible impetus.  At this self-satisfied prophecy we laughed louder than before, whereupon he waxed wrathful, and repeating his experience of the world in general, and of Irishmen in particular, demanded an explanation of the laugh.  I said, “That is a straightforward question, and demands a direct answer.  It shall be given, although you have refused to answer, as all Englishmen of your class invariably do, to several direct questions which I have put to you.  I laughed because I am that same sanguinary Doheny”:  and pulling off my wig, I added, “Me voila at your service.”  The sudden appearance of him who answered the incantations of the weird sisters could not produce a greater panic.  Chairs tumbled in every direction, and their occupiers fled the room, leaving myself and my friend ample space to enjoy the joke and the champagne in undisturbed quiet.

I have nothing further to relate in connection with myself.  Paris appeared to me clothed with a grandeur, a glory, and a beauty, infinitely surpassing every description of them I had ever read or heard.  Standing in any commanding spot surrounded by the monuments of her splendour and magnificence, upon each of which the genius of the land shed its immortal lustre, one feels coerced to the conviction that the high command and abiding destiny of France must be equally imperishable.  But these considerations belong not to my story, and I renounce the idea of commemorating the sensations of gratified pride which that gorgeous capital awakened in my bosom.  Her architecture and her art, her memorials of glory, and the triumphs of her progress, require to be scanned by the eye and portrayed by the ability of artistic genius.  I must content myself with preserving a delighted recollection of the French metropolis which no scene or circumstance, possible in life can ever efface.  The companion of all my hazards in Ireland, whom I again joined in Paris, more than shared my enthusiasm.  He spent all his days wandering among the galleries of the Louvre or the statues of Versailles, forgetting in the sublime presence of their unmatched chefs d’ouvres all the shame and perils of the past.  I hope he may be induced to give the result of his long examinations and fond reveries to the public.