A Literal Fact.—The Young Master (to new valet from the Emerald Isle). "I say, confound you, what have you been doing with my boots here?" (The night had been rainy.) Pat. "Shure, sorr, you tould me lasst evening to putt 'm on the thrays!"
Irish Architecture.—Angler (in Ireland). "Hullo, Pat, what are you about now?" Pat. "Shure, I'm raisin' me roof a bit, yer honour-r!!"
Blarney.—Tall Yankee (just arrived). "Guess your legal fare is just sixpence——" Dublin Carman. "Sure, me lord, we take some chape jacks at that—but I wouldn't disgrace a gintleman av your lordship's quality be drivin' him at a mane pace t'rough the public sthreets—so I tuk upon myself to give your lordship a shillin'sworth both av stoyle an' whipcard!!"