Mr. Punch, Sirr,—Why wouldn't you "fix" Irish tinants? Sure Irish landlords is in a divil of a fix already.
Your constant reader, Rory O'More.
A disclosure which can only be made in words certainly "tending to a breach of the peace":—One Irishman disclosing his religion to another.
Tourist (who has just given Pat a drink from his flask). "That's a drop of good whiskey—eh, Pat?" Pat. "Faith, ye may well say that, sorr. Shure, it wint down my t'roat loike a torchlight procession!"