"Ven de martiri condemnated to dess and dey kill dem, dey safe some drops blood in a leetle bottle and dey put dem bottles in de valls. Dere iss a bit, you see. San Sebastiano 'e vos condemnated to de arrows—dey shotted 'im—and afterward dey smash his head on a column. Dere is de column."
"What was that you were telling us about Caracalla just now?"
"Caracalla he no like 'is brozzer Geta—so he kill 'im. Den he make 'im a god and tell peoples to vorship him, and 'e say 'I did not like my brozzer ven he vos a man, but I like him very moch ven he is a god.' Dat is anosser funny story."
At Boulogne.—Mrs. Sweetly (on her honeymoon). "Isn't it funny, Archibald, to see so many foreigners about? And all talking French!"
FROM "LA CÔTE D'AZUR"
Fritz the Waiter (to Lady and Gent just arrived, and a little at sea as to the sort of a kind of a place it is). "Yes, madame, dere is such a lot of Swift people here. More dan half de peoples what is here is Swift."