The witty Lord Ross, having spent all his money in London, set
out for Ireland, in order to recruit his purse. On his way, he happened to

meet with Sir Murrough O'Brien, driving for the capital in a handsome

phaeton, with six prime dun-coloured horses. "Sir Murrough," exclaimed his

lordship, "what a contrast there is betwixt you and me! You are driving

your _duns_ before you, but my _duns_ are driving me before them."

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