FROM THE EMERALD ISLE.
"Just make it a Couple of Shillings, Captain dear!"—"No!" "Eighteenpence then, Major!"—"No!"
"Och thin, Colonel darling, just Threppence for a Glass o' Whiskey!"—"No, I tell you!"
"Git out wid ye thin, ye Boa Conshthructor, sure an' I know'd ye all the toime!"
[N.B.—The Fare is the Head of an eminent Firm of Furriers in Kilconan Street, and cultivates a martial appearance.]