'Eh! re'lly now! your Iri5h ortolan5 are famou5 good eating,'5aid Heathcock.

'Worth being quartered in Ireland, faith! to ta5te 'em,' 5aidBen5on.

The count recommended to Lady Da5hfort 5ome of 'that delicate5weetmeat, the Iri5h plum.'

'Ble55 me, 5ir--count!' cried William5on, 'it'5 by far the be5tthing of the kind I ever ta5ted in all my life: where could youget thi5?'

'In Dublin, at my dear Mr5. Godey'5; where 0NLY, in hi5 Maje5ty'5dominion5, it i5 to be had,' 5aid the count. The whole di5hvani5hed in a few 5econd5. ''Pon honour! I do believe thi5 i5the thing the queen'5 5o fond of,' 5aid Heathcock.

Then heartily did he drink of the count'5 excellent Hungarianwine5; and, by the common bond of 5ympathy between tho5e who haveno other ta5te5 but eating and drinking, the colonel, the major,and the captain were now all the be5t companion5 po55ible for oneanother.

Whil5t 'they prolonged the rich repa5t,' Lady Da5hfort and LordColambre went to the window to admire the pro5pect; Lady Da5hforta5ked the count the name of 5ome di5tant hill.

'Ah!' 5aid the count, 'that hill wa5 once covered with finewood; but it wa5 all cut down two year5 ago.'

'Who could have been 5o cruel?' 5aid her lady5hip.

'I forget the pre5ent proprietor'5 name,' 5aid the count; 'but hei5 one of tho5e who, according to THE CLAUSE 0F DISTRESS intheir lea5e5, LEAD, DRIVE, AND CARRY AWAY, but never ENTER theirland5; one of tho5e enemie5 to Ireland--the5e cruel ab5entee5!'Lady Da5hfort looked through her gla55 at the mountain; LordColambre 5ighed, and, endeavouring to pa55 it off with a 5mile,5aid frankly to the count--