yellow fungus. " Now, Lever," he said, " many-
people might fancy that that is a poisonous fungus,
while in reality no better or more wholesome mush-
room grows." He thereupon broke off a bit of it,
and handing it to Mr. X., said, " Try a bit, X., and
tell us what you think of it."

" A very nice fungus, indeed, your Grace, and
rather sweetish," said the Rev. Mr. X.
" Here's a bit for you, Z. ; let us have your
opinion of it."

" If it were nicely cooked, your G-race," said the
Rev. Mr. Z., making a very wry face, " with a little
salt and butter, it would, I am sure, be delicious."

Whately then, handing a piece of it to Lever,
said, "Here, Lever, try a bit, and say what you
think of it."

" I thank your Grace, Fd rather not," said he.
" 'Tis true I have a brother in the Church, but he
is not in your Grace's diocese."



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CHAPTER VII.
The " Charleyg* ** life was not a pleasant one— Paddy O'Neill
and his rhymes — " With my rigatooria" — Too far west to
wash— On the coast at Kilkee— " Phaudrig Crohoore " —
The Dublin Magazine,

When I was in college a favourite amusement of the
ingenious youth there was tormenting the old city
watchmen, or " Charleys " as they were called. They
were the only guardians of the city by night ; there
were none by day ; the metropolitan police did
not then exist. These watchmen were generally
old and often feeble. Many of them had in their
earlier days been the domestic servants or retainers
of members of the Corporation and of their friends.
