I could tell you, Puddock,' he
continued, forgetting his wrath, and letting his prisoner go, in his
eager pathos--the Frenchman made his escape in a twinkling--'I was the
only man in our regiment that tuck the mazles in Cork, when it was goin'
among the children, bad luck to them--I that was near dyin' of it when I
was an infant; and I was the only officer in the regiment, when we were
at Athlone, that was prevented going to the race ball--and I would not
for a hundred pounds. I was to dance the first minuet, and the first
country dance, with that beautiful creature, Miss Rose Cox. I was makin'
a glass of brandy punch--not feelin' quite myself--and I dhressed and
all, in our room, when Ensign Higgins, a most thoughtless young man,
said something disrespectful about a beautiful mole she had on her chin;
bedad, Sir, he called it a wart, if you plase! and feelin' it sthrongly,
I let the jug of scaldin' wather drop on my knees; I wish you felt it,
my darlin' Puddock. I was scalded in half a crack from a fut above my
knees down to the last joint of my two big toes; and I raly thought my
sinses were leving me.
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