This reminds me of a story which I heard, or
read, not long since, of a gentleman who had a
monkey and a parrot, to both of which he was
much attached; but such was the enmity of the



PAREOT AND MONKEY. 16

monkey to the parrot, that he never ventured to
leave them by themselves. One morning he had
just come down to breakfast, when he suddenly
remembered that he had left them together in his
bedroom. Upstairs he ran, three steps at a time,
and into his room, where, to his horror, he saw the
monkey, seated by the fire with a large heap of
feathers before him. "Oh, you villain," he called
out, " you have killed the parrot ! " At the same
moment he heard a slight rustling behind him, and,
on turning round, saw the poor bird coming from
under the bed with scarcely a feather except a few
on his head, which he held on one side and said,
" We've been having a devil of a time of it ! "



16 SEVENTY TEARB OF IRISH LIFE.
CHAPTER II.
Lord Edward Fitzgerald's dagger — United Irishmen : the
Apologia of John Sheares — Doctor Dobbin's kind deeds —
The story of the Ilchester oak — An outlaw sportsman : his
narrow escape and sad ending.
