Before The Wild Irish Girl was aux abois, and taken alive in the snare that has been artfully laid for her, she begs to lay at your grace’s feet the last offerings of her liberty; and by whatever name your Grace may prefer of the four you bestowed on me—whether Puck or Glorvina, Luxima or Mother Goose, she invokes your acceptance of the trifle which accompanies this.
She is ignorant whether her keepers mean to exhibit her for her intelligence or ferocity, like the learned pig at Exeter Change, or the beautiful hyena at the Tower, which never was tamed. But whatever part she is destined to play in her cage, it is certain that she will often look forth with delight to those days of her freedom, when, untaught and untamed, she contributed to your Grace’s amusement, and imbibed those sentiments of respect and esteem for your character, with which she has the honour to subscribe herself your
