One morning, about this time, he sat at breakfast, reading the Potwollopers' Gazette, or the No-Popery Advocate, when, as usual, he laid it down, and pushing it over to Fergus, he resumed his toast and butter.
“Well, now,” said he, upon my honor and conscience, it is extraordinary how these matters creep into the papers. At all events, Fergus, my friend the Castle will persaive what kind of stuff it's best supporters consist of.”
“Very appropriate, sir,” replied Fergus—“stuff is an excellent word.”
“And why is it an excellent word, Fergy?”
“It is so significant, sir, as an illustration?”
“Well, I dare say it is,” returned the father; “don't we say of a game man, such a fellow has good stuff in him? but, setting that aside, do look at the paragraph about that attack! My friend Swiggerly has done me full justice. Upon my word, it is extramely gratifying, and especially in such critical times as these, read it for Kate there, will you?”
“What is it, papa?”
“An account, my dear, of the attack made upon us, and of—but Fergus will read it out for you.”
Fergus accordingly read as follows:—
EXTRAORDINARY COURAGE AND INTREPIDITY—SEVERAL HUNDRED WHITEBOYS MOST SPIRITLY REPULSED—FITZGERALD O'DRISCOL, ESQ. J. P.