Download or read book The Heroine; Or, Adventures of Cherubina Volume 3 written by Eaton Stannard Barrett and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 36 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1814 edition. Excerpt: ...So, do you hear, boys? scratch out entirely that you are in England; and just fancy yourselves at Donnybrook Fair, going to have a famous set to of sticks! (Huzzas) Eh, my boys? Don't you remember the good old fun at Donnybrook Fair? And how we used to break each other's heads there, without meaning any harm at all at all? And for certain, 'tis the finest thing in the world, when a body gives a body a neat, clean, bothering blow over the scull, and down he drops like a sack; and then rises, and shakes himself, like a wet spaniel, and begins again as merrily as ever! (great huzzaing) So, now boys, if any of you tumble, mind you get up quick, and don't sneak with your noses on the ground, like shying Paddy Goggin. Fight it out, my hearties; egad fight it out, till you are as weak as a horse! (much laughter) Ay, lads, --for all your laughing--as weak as a horse. Sure an Irishman, when he's tired will be only as weak asa horse; for when he's not tired, by the powers, he's as strong as a lion! shouts of applause) And if your right arms get disabled, fight with your left; just as I did, Ihe day I was sawing off the branches of a tree, and by some mistake or other, sawed off the branch I was astride upon, and down 1 fell ten feet, and broke my arm. And a fellow begins a laughing. Oho, says I, if I don't soon make you laugh at the wrong side of your mouth, says I; and I whips up a branch, and we sets to, my left against his right; and never was such a threshing as he got--I mean as I know he would have got, only, somehow, he happened, first of all, to beat my head as soft as pap;--and that was cursed hard, you know, boys. Sp now, success, my hearties! Spit upon your hands, club your sticks, then hi for Donnybrook Fair; and never heed me if we..