"In Extremis."—Pat. "Do ye buy rags and bones here?" Merchant. "We do, surr." Pat. "Thin, be jabers! put me on the schkales!!"
The Verdict.—First Irishman (waiting in the corridor—to his friend, rushing in from the Court). "What's Tim got?" Second Irishman (in a breathless whisper). "For loife!" First Irishman. "For loife!" (With emotion.) "Och shure, he won't live half the thoime!!"
One of the Finest Pisantry (in custody, having had a shillelagh difference with a fellow-countryman). "Shure! Mayn't Oi see me frind aff b' the thrain, sorr?"