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You're a purty prime ministher, ye boxing blackguard, you: I left you to keep pace among these factions, and you've kicked up a purty dust. What blackened your eye eh? "I'll tell you, sir, whin I come in, if you plase." "Ho, you vagabones, this is the ould work of the faction between the Bradys and the Callaghans bastin' one another; but, by my sowl, I'll baste you all through other.
"Well, sir, me little Chinee frind Woo must be havin' th' time iv his life in Wash'nton these warm days," said Mr. Dooley. "Who's he?" asked Mr. Hennessy. "He's th' Chinee ministher," said Mr. Dooley, "an' his business is f'r to supply fresh hand-laundhried misinformation to the sicrety iv state.
"I'm towld that he's been passing himself off as Lord John Russell, the Prime Ministher av England, an' as the spicial ambassador exthraardinary from our r'y'l cousin, the Quane av England, to invistigate the state av affairs in Spain, wid an' oi to raycognition av our r'y'l claims.
It's a great thing for a young gyerrel to become the Quane av Spain; an' as for yerself, why, av coorse there's no ind to the honors an' dignities an' lucrative offices that ye'd be afther gettin' howld av. Ye'd be a kind av father-in-law to the Quane. Ye'd be made Ministher av War or anythin' else ye axed for. Ye'd be made a Juke av Gibraltar an' Prince av the Pyrenees.
"An' now, madame an' ladies," continued "His Majesty," after a brief pause, "I hope yez won't feel alarrumed at what I'm going to say nixt. Ye see, our Prime Ministher has conveyed to our r'y'l ear charges against your worthy husband av a traysonable nature." "My husband!" exclaimed Mrs. Russell. "What! my John? Oh!" "Yis," said "His Majesty."
I seen th' priest an' th' 'Piscopal ministher dhrivin' over to plead with him wan night; an' th' good man stopped at our house, comin' back, an' spent th' night with us. I heerd him tell me father what Dorsey said. 'Haven't I been lib'ral with me people? he says. 'Haven't I give freely to ye'er churches? Haven't I put up soup-houses an' disthributed blankets whin th' weather was cold?
"'Is it anythin' you'll be wantin', Sarah darlint', sez her mother with a thremblin' voice, 'afore it's lavin' us ye are? Is it the ministher yer askin' for, love? sez she. "And Sarah looked at me, and if it was the last words I spake, her lips moved and she whispered 'Scotty.
Fate's cut yer heart in two an' oul Docther Time an' the care of God are about the only shure cures goin'." "Cudn't the ministher help a little if he was here, Anna?" "If ye think so I'll get him, 'Liza!" "He might put th' love of God in me!" "Puttin' th' love of God in ye isn't like stuffin' yer mouth with a pirta, 'Liza!" "That's so, it is, but he might thry, Anna!" "Well, ye'll haave 'im." Mr.
What signifies a ministher of any religion, if he hasn't a fat purse in his pocket, and a good round belly before him, for that shows, plaise your worship, that religion is more than a name, any how; an' upon my conscience oh, holy Moses, Captain Val, if M'Slime was to hear me swearin' this way!
"We'll haave a blessin' by a rale ministher th' night," Mary said. "Oh, yis, that's thrue enough," my father said, "but Alec minds th' time whin it was blessin' enough to hev th' murphies don't ye, boy?" After "tay" I tacked a newspaper over the lower part of the window my father lit the candle and Mary put a few turfs on the fire and we sat as we used to sit so many years ago.
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