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Good At The Halt
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PETER MACNALLY, an Irish attorney, was very lame, and, when walking, had
an unfortunate limp, which he could not bear to be told of. At the time
of the Rebellion he was seized with a military ardor, and when the
different volunteer corps were forming in Dublin, that of the lawyers
was organized. Meeting with Curran, Macnally said, My dear friend,
these are not times for a man to be idle; I am determined to enter the
lawyers' corps, and follow the camp.--You follow the camp, my little
limb of the law! said the wit; tut, tut, renounce the idea; you never
can be a disciplinarian.--And why not, Mr. Curran? said Macnally.
For this reason, said Curran; the moment you were ordered to march,
you would halt!
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