The Sun.
London, England, 1829-09-18 00:00:00

Although in possession of many of the parti-
culars connected with a recent faux pas in high
life, immediately after the affair occurred, we for-
bore, from motives of delicacy to the parties,
giving them publicity, until the provincial, and a
portion of the Dublin press had partially, and in
many instances inaccurately, blazoned them out.
About eight months ago, Miss o—, a
daughter of one of the most ancient and respect-
able families in Connaught, happened to be in-
troduced to Mr. —, a young gentleman who
resided at the time in the neighbourhood of
Mountjoy-square, Dublin. He was youthful,
gay, and rather handsome. She was blooming,
fair, and fashionable, and possessed withal a very
excellent child's portion. They were both
wearied of the ennui sometimes attendant upon
single blessedness, and anxious to exchange the
monotony and satiety of single liberty for the
silken meshes of matrimony ; they breathed
" love reciprocal" into each other's ears. Kin-
dred spirits, they determined upon a close union,
and consequently the holy noose was tied with
all due ceremony.. Having lolled and lan-
guished out the " honey-mook among the
Wicklow glens," the happy pair returned to
Dublin, where they continued to sip sweet plea-
sure until the charming month of May, when it
was found convenient to adjourn beyond the
Shannon. In fact, the husband, who had run a
merry round before marriage, was tormented for
small demands, by those rascally fellows called
" creditors," and to avoid being " borrowed"
for a little time, he resolved to sojourn for a few
months amongst the hospitable wilds of Con-
naught, whose aboriginal 'squires have a pro-
verbial antipathy to be encumbered with those
vile things called " receipts." It was while
breathing the pure mountain atmosphere of Ty-
rawley, or maiming the bitterns of Ballycroy,
that Sir —, the lady's brother, invited Mr.
C— to spend a month with him at his cheer-
ful mansion, N-- House, where Mr.
and Mrs. were also staying at the time.—
The invitation was, as may be imagined, accepted,
and accordingly the young Baronet and his
friend (Mr. C-- was then considered to be
one) set off from the capital for their summer
quarters. Mr. C— was and is, for he is still,
in terra viventium, young—about 19 (just three
years beyond the Don Juan age) ; and he
was also whiskered and mustachioed from
ear to eye, and from chin to nose. He was,
moreover, tall, " e'en beyond his age ;" straight
and sinewy, a good shot, dashing horse-
man, and divine dancer. Such prowess and
qualifications were, no doubt, extremely prepos-
sessing ; and in this instance they were, unfortu-
nately, too bewitching. The heart of Mrs.
was too soft, too " susceptible," to endure along
siege—the fortress was stormed, and taken by a
coup de main. It was necessary, however, to
remove the unconscious husband out of the way.
How was this to be done ? " Necessity is the
mother of invention"—aye, and " love laughs at
locksmiths." So thought Mrs. —, and she
verified the adages. A lucky expedient was hit
upon. We have already mentioned that Mr.
was a little annoyed by " duns." His
" loving wife," as she used to subscribe herself,
hinted something about the sudden arrival of a
" Bum Baily." Verbunz sat.—Mr. —, taking
his dog and his gun, ascended his car ; and
speeding his way into the gamey fastnesses of
Errismore, left his beloved Weeping at the door,
and the young Lothario trying all his blandishing
arts to soothe her bursting heart. After wiping
away the pearlous distilment, Mrs. retired
to her boudoir, where she endeavoured to re-
concile herself, like Donna Julia, to her fate,
in the all-reviving presence of our bearded Juan.
After a two days' residence in Elysium, Mr.
returned unexpectedly, and all was black
Tartarus again. The evening was wet, the
journey long and rugged, and more than ordi-
nary precautions against cold were requisite. A
hot-bath, and wine-whey, just before going to
bed, were not only the best antidote against
fatigue and perhaps pleurisy, but they were also
an admirable soporific. Mr. accordingly
partook of both, and so powerful were the
effects of the whey that be actually walked into
a chamber not his own, where he flung himself
upon the out side of a becloud slept soundly until
the cock, the grand infallible chronometer in
Connaught, crowed twice. Awakened by the
noise, or perhaps by the cold, or no matter what,
Mr. arose half-shivering, half-confounded,
and walked off, after recollecting himself, to his
own apartment, where, to his unutterable surprise,
he found lying in his bed—his wife ?—no ;
but her brother's maid servant ! He asked where
his rib was, and was told in reply that she
(the maid) would go for her. The evil one, who
delights in crosses, at this moment suggested the
propriety of pursuing a different course. Accord-
ingly Mr.-- walked out of the room, the door of
which he locked, leaving the maid to her slum-
bers, and in an instant he found himself in Mr.
C—'s bed-room. There, to his horror in-
describable, lie discovered his wife and Mr.
C— in bed, and sleeping as tranquilly as if
nothing were amiss. Collecting all his wits
about him, the injured but philosophic husband
stole gently out of the room, awoke the servants,
and introduced them altogether into that scene
which disclosed his wife's disgrace and his own
dishonour. Then, lest any temptation might
come upon him, he deliberately took down and
unloaded his gun and pistols, and finally retired
to his chamber, and resigned himself quietly to
the arms of Morpheus. Next morning a mes-
senger was despatched to the assize town (where
Sir was attending the Grand Jury, of
which he was a member), with a note announc-
ing the dreadful tidings. Sir lost no time
in ordering his carriage, and taking a friend with
him, he set out for his residence, and had gained
the mid-way, when he met a second messenger
with a second note from the brother-in-law, re-
questing he (the Baronet) would bring along
with bun some powder and shot, not balls,
but plain snipe shot, for the mountains.
Sir at first thought this must be a
hoax, and said he would return, but, upon
second thought, he ordered the postillion
to pursue his course. Having arrived at his
hail-door, and stepp:d into the parlour, to
his utter astonishment he saw the husband stand-
ing at one window, the Lothario at another, and
the lady carelessly r coding l3eppo" at the