The next morning he failed to appear at the hour of breakfast, but his non-appearance was attributed to his fatigue, in consequence of which he was supposed to have overslept himself.  On going, however, to call him from the barn, they discovered that he had decamped; and on looking after the “slip,” it was found that both had taken French leave of the Englishman.  Phil and the pig had actually travelled fifteen miles that morning, before the hour on which he was missed—­Phil going at a dog’s trot, and the pig following at such a respectful distance as might not appear to identify them as fellow-travellers.  In this manner Phil sold the pig to upwards of two dozen intelligent English gentlemen and farmers, and after winding up his bargains successfully, both arrived in Liverpool, highly delighted by their commercial trip through England.

The passage from Liverpool to Dublin, in Phil’s time, was far different to that which steam and British enterprise have since made it.  A vessel was ready to sail for the latter place on the very day of Phil’s arrival in town; and, as he felt rather anxious to get out of England as soon as he could, he came, after selling his pig in good earnest, to the aforesaid vessel to ascertain if it were possible to get a deck passage.  The year had then advanced to the latter part of autumn; so that it was the season when those inconceivable hordes of Irishmen who emigrate periodically for the purpose of lightening John Bull’s labor, were in the act of returning to that country in which they find little to welcome them—­but domestic affection and misery.

When Phil arrived at the vessel, he found the captain in a state of peculiar difficulty.  About twelve or fourteen gentlemen of rank and property, together with a score or upwards of highly respectable persons, but of less consideration, were in equal embarrassment.  The fact was, that as no other vessel left Liverpool that day, about five hundred Irishmen, mostly reapers and mowers, had crowded upon deck, each determined to keep his place at all hazards.  The captain, whose vessel was small, and none of the stoutest, flatly refused to put to sea with such a number.  He told them it was madness to think of it; he could not risk the lives of the other passengers, nor even their own, by sailing with five hundred on the deck of so small a vessel.  If the one-half of them would withdraw peaceably, he would carry the other half, which was as much as he could possibly accomplish.  They were very willing to grant that what he said was true; but in the meantime, not a man of them would move, and to clear out such a number of fellows, who loved nothing better than fighting, armed, too, with sickles and scythes, was a task beyond either his ability or inclination to execute.  He remonstrated with them, entreated, raged, swore, and threatened; but all to no purpose.  His threats and entreaties were received with equal good-humor.  Gibes and jokes were broken on him without number, and as his passion increased, so did their mirth, until nothing could be seen but the captain in vehement gesticulation, the Irishmen huzzaing him so vociferously, that his damns and curses, uttered against them, could not reach even his own ears.