THE NAVAL OFFICER.
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Flattered by this little shot of Maria's, the captain said that nothing ever gave him more pleasure than to oblige the ladies; and if the favour they intended to ask was not utterly incompatible with his duty, that he would grant it.
"Well, then," said Maria, " will your honour give me back Pat Flannagan, that you have pressed just now?"
The captain shook his head.
"He's no sailor, your honour; but a poor bog-trotter; and he will never do you any good."
The captain again shook his head.
"Ask me any thing else," said he, "and I will give it you."
"Well, then," said Maria, "give us Felim O'Shaugnessy?"
The captain was equally inflexible.
"Come, come, your honour," said Judy, "we must not stand upon trifles now-a-days.
