"De Profundis."—Pat (after a sip). "An' which did ye put in first—the whisky or the wather?" Domestic. "The whisky, av coorse." Pat. "Ah thin maybe I'll be coming to 't bye-'n-bye!"
Lucid!—Irish Sergeant (to squad at judging-distance drill). "Now, ye'll pay the greates of attintion to the man at eight hundred yr-rds: becase, if ye can't see 'm, ye'll be deceived in his 'apparance!!"
