It is Mistress O'Calligan Sheeley come to the rescue of her husband.
O'Brallaghan is pulled from Jinks--that hero rises, and attempts to
flee.
He rushes into the arms of another lady, who, in passing near the
crowd, has been caught up like a leaf and buried in the combat--Miss
Sallianna.
But fate is again adverse, though impartial. Mr. Jinks and
O'Brallaghan are felled simultaneously by mighty blows, and the rout
closes over them.
As they fall, a swaying motion in the crowd is felt--the authorities
have arrived--the worn-out combatants draw off, sullenly, and the dead
and wounded only are left upon the field.
The crowd retires--they have had their fight, and broken numerous
heads. They have vindicated the honor of their Saints--to-morrow they
are friends and neighbors again.
One beautiful and touching scene is left for aftertimes--one picture
which even the historic muse might have paused near, and admired.
Two lovely dames contend for the privilege of holding a bloody
warrior's head, whose nose is injured.
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