A Beggar's Benison.
An Irish beggarwoman, following a gentleman who had had the misfortune to lose his nose, kept exclaiming:
"Heaven preserve your honor's eyesight!"
The gentleman was at last annoyed at her importunity, and said:
"Why do you wish my eyesight to be preserved? Nothing ails my eyesight, nor is likely to."
"No, your honor," said the Irishwoman, "but it will be a sad thing if it does, for you will have nothing to rest your spectacles upon."