Nurse. "Bridget, come here and see a French baby born in Dublin."
Bridget. "Poor little darlint! It's a great perplexity you'll be to yourself, I'm thinkin', when you begin shpeakin'!"
"Relapse."—Squire. "Why, Pat, what are you doing, standing by the wall of the public-house? I thought you were a teetotaller!"
Pat. "Yes, yer honnor. I'm just listenin' to them impenitent boys drinking inside!"