'I had an illegant little heifer as ever your honour cast an eye over, and who is a better judge than yourself, God bless you? But the Lord was pleased to take her to Himself, and it would be flat heresy for me not to say He is not as good a judge as your honour's self.'
There was an action brought against a veterinary surgeon for killing a man's horse.
Lord Morris knew something of medicine, as he did of most things, and asked if the dose given would not have killed the devil himself.
The vet. drew himself up pompously, and said:—
'I never had the honour of attending that gentleman.'
'That's a pity, doctor,' replied Morris, 'for he's alive still.'
The Government introduced into the House of Lords an additional bill for the complication and confiscation of landed property in Ireland.
Lord Morris said it reminded him of the bill a veterinary surgeon sent in to a friend of his, the last item of which ran:—
'To curing your grey mare till she died, 10s. 6d.'
Never was the Irish question more happily expressed than in his famous reply to a lady who asked him if he could account for disaffection in Ireland towards the English.