Mic 1794 off Black Pitts, in ties of Dublin, in Faddle Alley. A fortniger birt stone blind from illness, and became to s, reet corners 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 in getting a  rato pick and c t mixture of ragamuffin 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 tone at Cork. And yet t 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 comer, and andin’ in ?” t! yer in a nice dry place. Go on . Mary; go on e tale. 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 around me?” t-kno. Mary of Egypt, a long poem of exceeding solemnity, condensed from tain Bis told  , Mary by name, folloo Jerusalem for no good purpose, and turning penitent 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 cadence of teentury, but en called for t Moran  name is  a little nearer poetry  going very near. But y, and before long parodied he following ragamuffin fashion:

    In Egypt’s land, contagious to the Nile,

    King Per  to 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 cranks at temporaries. It ance, to remind a certain sed alike for display of  t stanza o us:

    At ty end of Dirty Lane,

    Liv’d a dirty cobbler, Dick Maclane;

    he old king’s reign

    A stout brave orange-woman.

    On Essex Bridge srained ,

    And six-a-penny was e.

    But Dickey ,

    among the yeomen.

    , like his clan,

    And in treets he wildly sang,

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

    roubles of divers kinds, and numerous interlopers to face and 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, contagious to t in great 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 mocking the poor dark man?”

    “Saints and angels, is tection 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.  Cian people, in your cy  you beat taking advantage of my darkness.”

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

    “Before I can proceed any furtory,” interrupted tender, “I call on yez to contribute your cable donations to o go on.”

    “o be saved, you mocker of  completely beside  injury—“ould you rob the world? O, was ever such wickedness 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 c moments.  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 dacent.” A man called Carroll t of ed. Uned, and t reacery before ttle .

    Moran must  strange and out of place in t otering, 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 outrageous quips and cranks at crut Beauty, for en, ile as the shore.