“But that didn't come from uz,” said the Rouser; “we have our share to give him yet, an' never fear hell get it. We'll taich him to abuse us, an' set us at defiance, as he's constantly doin'.”
“Well, Rouser,” said M'Cormick, who now felt anxious to get rid of him, “we'll be wishin' you a good night; we're goin' to have a while of a kailyeah (An evening conversational visit) up at my uncle's. Corney, my boy, good night.”
“Good night kindly, boys,” replied the other, “an' __banaght lath any how.”
“Rouser, you divil,” said the Dandy, calling after them, “will you an' blessed Corney there, offer up a Patthernavy for my conversion, for I'm sure that both your prayers will go far?”
Rousin Redhead and Corney responded to this with a loud laugh, and a banter.
“Ay, ay, Dandy; but, be me sowl, if they only go as far as your own goodness sint you before now, it'll be seven years before they come back again; eh, do you smell anything?—ha, ha, ha!”
“The big boshthoon hot me fairly, begad,” observed the Dandy. Aside—“The divil's own tongue he has.”
“Bad cess to you for a walkin' bonfire, an' go home,” replied the Dandy; “I'm not a match for you wid the tongue, at all at all”
“No, nor wid anything else, barrin' your heels,” replied the Rouser; “or your hands, if there was a horse in the way. Arrah, Dandy?”
“Well, you graceful youth, well?”