PATRIOTISM OF THE FIRST WATER.
Mr. Francis Maguire talks of "patriots of the purest water." Pity is it that such water so seldom comes out of the Liffey.
Butcher Boy (who has had a liberal education). "Pur—Purvy or to Her Majesty. Oh! then that's a Statty-ette of the Queen, that's wot that is."
Companion. "Law!"
OUR TOURIST IN PARIS.—No. 7.
It would be a mistake for a person of taste to leave Paris without dining at Philippe's, the great artist, who dwells in the Rue Montorgueil. There is the very highest authority (an Ex-Chancellor, a Bishop or two, and my friend Jollyboy) for stating that this house is by far the best in the city; and so, Sir, having the interests of your paper and my country in view, I accepted the invitation of Harry Ortolan, himself no bad judge, to meet a small party there. There were old Martingale and Sheffield Higson, and De Courcy of the Embassy, a young Frenchman named Monsieur Frédéric Hulot, protocol, De Faulter, and your Correspondent.