My heart is full of gratitude to you, and we will work hand in hand. Scribblers must take a back seat. (Laughter.) No "terrible scenes" will take place here. I saw Dungarvan placarded in London, "terrible scenes at Dungarvan," and all the disgrace is brought on the town by one man, who, for a few shillings—and if it cost me my life I will put it down. Woe to the man who will continue to do it here. I saw him a pot-boy at the Monks' school, and I say——
Mr. O'Shea. If you refer to me, Mr. Ryan, the people of Dungarvan know me better and respect me better than they do you. I am better off than you. You have only a few shillings a week for minding the shop.
Mr. Ryan. You are lying, Sir.
The Board broke up in disorder.
"Our 'scenes' to publish far and wide
Denotes a lack of local pride;
These scribblers I can not abide"—
Said Ryan of Dungarvan.
"Discord I hate—so I declare
My friend and colleague on that chair
Once did the alehouse tankards bear"—
Sneered Ryan of Dungarvan.