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'Pat, my child, said his reverence, 'that Nutter's a divil of a fellow at least he was, by all accounts; he'll be bad enough, I'm afeared, and hard enough to manage, if everything goes smooth; but if he's kept waiting there, fuming and boiling over, do ye mind, without a natural vent for his feelings, or a friend, do ye see, at his side to to resthrain him, and bring about, if possible, a friendly mutual understanding why, my dear child, he'll get into that state of exasperation an' violence, he'll have half a dozen jewels on his hands before morning.
That a person having the whole heathen world on her shoulders should not have her house in order somewhat surprises the indomitable lady. In answer to a question as to what time Mr. Slocum will be home, the maid of all work says: "Och! God love the poor man, there's no tellin'. Sure there's not much left of the poor man. An' the divil a one more inoffensive than poor Slocum.
"A purty bloomin' mean trick," interrupted the bos'n. "Th' poor divil did have a hard time av it, fer he wasn't a very fierce sort o' chap. He ware a gentil spoken, kind-hearted feller, an' ye know well enough how a man what isn't made of iron wud git along wid Jacobs or his mates. They hazed him terrible; an', as they ware one hundred an' seventy days an' nights to Liverpool, he took the scurvy.
Disliking to interfere with their only amusement, I let them know that I did not dislike to see them playing cards. At this they were very pleased, saying, "Sure, it's no harrum; it's not gambling we are; divil a cint have we to win or lose." One day I stopped to look on a moment at a game of euchre. Said he, "Sure, ma'am, it's bating the b'ys intirely, I am."
And then I heard a voice I knew, the voice of the Irishman, "Four-Eyes." "Is it the boi ye're mindin', bedad?" "Ay, sir, he's moved a point." "The poor divil. Throw him a sheet, one av yer; it's meself that's not bringing the guv'ner a dead body when he wants a live one, be Saint Pathrick!"
"There's that scoundrel of a fellow in the red sash again," cried Mr Mackay, when the Malay proa, which still led the van, was only about half a cable's length off. "There he is, Rooney, do you see him?" "Aye, bad cess to the black divil, I say him well enough, sorr," returned Tim, carefully putting a fresh cartridge into the chamber of his weapon.
First, the big dog, barking at intervals; then the good-natured Irishman, trundling "that divil of a whirligig," as he disrespectfully called the idolized velocipede; then the wounded hero, supported by the helpful Polly; and Maud brought up the rear in tears, bearing Tom's cap. Unfortunately, Mrs.
"Who the divil are you?" said Corney; "who's this you've got here, mother? and what made you let him in here this time of night?" "Shure it's the young masther, Corney, and he axing afther you; you wouldn't have me keeping him out in the cowld, and he waiting there to see you that ought to have been at home and asleep two hours since." "Faix, Mr.
I saw Jerusalem destroyed, and Pompeii go up in the fireworks; and I was at the coronation of Charlemagne and the lynchin' of Joan of Arc. And everywhere I go there comes storms and revolutions and plagues and fires. 'Twas so commanded. Ye have heard of the Wandering Jew. 'Tis all so, except that divil a bit am I a Jew. But history lies, as I have told ye.
"What the divil du ye want?" he cried, and in his mad excitement was about to thrust me through for a Confederate. "'Halt! I thundered. The familiar word of command restrained him long enough for me to secure his attention. 'Would you kill a Union man?" "'Is it Union ye are? What yez doin' here, thin, widut a uniform? "I showed him my badge of correspondent, and explained briefly.
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