“Do you call thim two sods, Jack Laniran? why, 'tis only one long one broke in the middle; but you must make it up tomorrow. Jack, how is your mother's tooth?—did she get it pulled out yet?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, tell her to come to me, and I'll write a charm for it, that'll cure her.—What kept you' till now, Paddy Magouran?”
“Couldn't come any sooner, sir.”
“You couldn't, sir—and why, sir, couldn't you come any sooner', sir?”
“See, sir, what Andy Nowlan done to my copy.”—(Buz, buz, buz.)—
“Silence, I'll massacree yez if yez don't make less noise.”—(Buz, buz, buz.)
“I was down with Mrs. Kavanagh, sir.”
“You were, Paddy—an' Paddy, ma bouchal, what war you doing there, Paddy?”
“Masther, sir, spake to Jem Kenny here; he made my nose bleed.”—