Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 2

Here O'Shaughnessy sighed deeply, and even seemed affected by the souvenir. «Come, Dan, we did it all for the best. Oh, O'Mealey, he was a cunning fellow; but no matter. We went to the ball, and to be sure, it was a great sight. Two hundred and fifty souls, where there was not good room for the odd fifty; such laughing, such squeezing, such pressing of hands and waists in the staircase, and then such a row and riot at the top, – four fiddles, a key bugle, and a bagpipe, playing 'Haste to the wedd