Mistress. "Poor darling little Topsy! I'm afraid she will never recover. Do you know, Bridget, I think the kindest thing would be to have her shot, and put her out of her misery!"
Bridget. "'Deed, mam, I wouldn't do that. Sure she might get better after all, an' then ye'd be sorry ye'd had her kill'd!"
The Saxon Oppressor.—Saxon Tourist. "I suppose the English buy all the pigs that you wish to sell?"
Irish Peasant. "They do. Bad luck to 'em, the toirants!"
From Shannon Shore.—We extract the following momentous announcement from the Western Daily Press:—