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                 An Irish Lieutenant.
handsome, chased, gold pencil case, assert-
ing that the latter had been given to him by
a planter or farmer�s daughter, with whom he
had passed the night, outside the pickets.     I
suppose he lied.)     Singing, speeches and reci-
tations in order did not suffice to suppress
his drunken egotism, and on Merrill�s giving 
us a really interesting speech, involving parti-
culars of the state of affairs at Baton Rouge,
a dead set was made at the nuisance, particu-
larly by little Shaw, when O�Gorman fell
into a drunken sleep.   At about 11, I left
the party, all pretty sober except the Irishman
� two had left early in the evening.    O�Gorman
was accommodated with a mattress, on which,
booted and spurred, he slept till morning.
The fellows made a noisy interruption into my
room at about midnight, but, cleared out, on
a little judicious anathematization.
  14.  Wednesday.   O�Gorman, awaking
about 7, presented himself upstairs to annoy
Hills and Shaw, then abed, to whom he brought
up a bottle of bitters of which they refused to
partake.      So he went down stairs, ordered
the negroes to prepare half a dozen eggs for his
breakfast, got two, devoured them, pocketed
our tobacco and cleared out by the back en-
trance.   Breakfast.     Out for a stroll with               
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