Mic 1794 off Black Pitts, in ties of Dublin, in Faddle Alley. A fer birt stone blind from illness, and became to s, reet ers and at t terruption of sig ec of tself into r saying. By time o manted rector of all ties.

        Madden, tin from Meat M’Grane, rutted in borro t t ribe.

        Nor despite y iing a    rato pid c t mixture amuffin and of genius    of e    t is remembered t    indignation at its absence upon one occasion as to fling a leg of mutton at , o look at,    s cape and scalloped edge, rousers and great brogues, and out stick made fast to    by a to t friend of kings ic vision from to Cork. A cloak and t , jester, and ne, o il errupted ’ll do—I ations”; and from tations ore of jest and r.

        , red of t of ations did not ripen rical tale or ballad of saint or martyr or of Biblical adventure. and at a street er, and andin’ in ?” t! yer in a nice dry place. Go on . Mary; go oale. tc    out urned backbiters”; and after a final “If yez don’t drop your coddin’ and diversion I’ll lave some of yez a case,” by o tation, or perill delay, to ask, “Is tic arou-kno. Mary of Egypt, a long poem of exceeding solemnity, densed from tain Bis told    , Mary by name, folloo Jerusalem for no good purpose, and turnient on finding ering temple by supernatural interference, fled to t and spent tary penance.    last s t of deat Biso    sacrament, and    also, dig olerable ce of teentury, but en called for t Moran    name is    a little nearer poing very near. But y, and before long parodied he following ragamuffin fashion:

        I’s land, tagious to the Nile,

        Kio batyle.

        Suk o the land,

        to dry    srand.

        A bulrusripped raw.

        Suk it up, and said s mild,

        “’tare-and-agers, girls, whe child?”

        en quips and ks at temporaries. It ao remind a certain sed alike for display of    t stanza o us:

        At ty end of Dirty Lane,

        Liv’d a dirty cobbler, Dick Mae;

        he old king’s reign

        A stout brave e-woman.

        On Essex Bridge srained ,

        And six-a-penny was e.

        But Dickey ,

        among the yeomen.

        , like his ,

        And is he wildly sang,

        O Roly, toly, toly raid, h his old jade.

        roubles of divers kinds, and numerous interlopers to fad put doed    riumply routed amid ter of t,    by , and a blind man, and a beggarman. o face a more serious difficulty as his fame grew.

        Various imitators started up upon all sides. A certain actor, for instance, made as many guineas as    Moran did sup upon tage. One nigor    supper e arose as to    o settle it by an appeal to ty-s a famous coffeeo be tor took up ation at Essex Bridge, a great    of Moran’s, and soon gat t’s land, tagious to t i excitement and laugians,” cried tender, “is it possible t any man ?”

        “? It’s some imposhterer,” replied Moran.

        “Begone, you c’s you’ze terer. Don’t you fear t of ruck from your eyes for mog the poor dark man?”

        “Saints and angels, is te against t ino try to deprive me of my    bread this way,” replied poor Moran.

        “And you, you c let me go on iful poem.     people, in your cy    you beat taking advantage of my darkness.”

        tender, seeing t    of it, te, and    on ening for a time in beer a ed again    possible t none of yez    kno yez see it’s myself; and t’s some one else?”

        “Before I    proceed any furtory,” interrupted tender, “I call oo tribute your cable donations to o go on.”

        “o be saved, you mocker of    pletely beside    injury—“ould you rob the world? O, was ever such wiess known?”

        “I leave it to yourselves, my friends,” said tender, “to give to t you all kno sc ed some pennies and arted , but t cro to belabour o ender noo to “just give    villain, and    erer o Moran, but instead of closing    a feo to t an actor, and t    gained a ed amid muco eat the supper he had won.

        In April 1846    to t t Mic 15 (norick Street, on a strao ents.    After o t    r give y send-off? took place t day. A good party of    into t and nasty. t gone far    ’s cruel co it?” “Garra’,” replied anotiff as t to to    anotil t dat.” A man called Carroll t of ed. Uned, and t reacery before ttle .

        Moran must    strange and out of pla t , perhaps while his friends were drinking in his honour.

        Let us    some kindly middle region was found for    her round me?

        And    I o say Before ould Salley brings me My bread and jug of tay;     and fling eous quips and ks at crut Beauty, for en, ile as the shore.
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