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Throth, whether you're jokin' or not, I'd be sarry to hear of anything to his disadvantage, dacent man. Boys, won't you go down to the other room?" "Go way wid yez, boys, till I spake to Ellish here about the affairs o' the nation. Why, Ellish, you stand the cut all to pieces. By the contints o' the book, you do; Pether doesn't stand it half so well. How is he, the thief?"

"Upon my conscience, I've strong notions myself o' the same thing," replied Peter. "An' I'll back you in that, as well as in every thing else. Never fear, if we pull together, but we'll bring up the lost time. Faith, we will! Sowl, if you set about it, let me see them that 'ud prevint you goin' to heaven!" "Did Paddy Donovan get the bay filly's foot aised, Pether?"

Sir, I have the honor of introducing you to my curate and coadjutor, the Reverend Pether M'Clatchaghan, and to myself, his excellent friend, but spiritual superior, the Reverend Edward Deleery, Roman Catholic Rector of this highly respectable and extensive parish; and I have further the pleasure," he continued, taking up Andy Morrow's Punch, "of drinking your very good health, sir."

And then I sketched to her the way that Sadi had found me, and nursed me, and been with me in all those groping after years, paying full tribute to his devotion. When I had finished she said she wanted to ask me one question, if she might do so without offence. "Nothing you would say," I replied, "can annoy me." "Then tell me, Mr. Pether, were you a registered diamond merchant out there?" "I was.

He did not look up until they were within a few paces of the camp-fire, when Richter stepped from before him. "Save us! save us! but if there isn't the ghowst of Miss Cora come to haunt me for not finding her afore!" exclaimed Teddy, retreating a step or two in genuine terror. "Saint Patherick, Saint Pether, Saint Virgin Mary, protict me!

An', you phanix of beauty, you managed the childhre, the crathurs, the same way an' a good way it is, in throth." "Pether, wor you ever thinkin' o' Father Muloahy's sweetness to us of late?" "No, thin, the sorra one o' me thought of it. Why, Ellish?" "Didn't you obsarve that for the last three or four months he's full of attintions to us?

Faix, Pether, there's nothin' like givin' the people sweet words, any way; sure they come chape." * This is a kind of hyperbole for selling a grout quantity. "Faith, an' I'll back you for the sweet words agin any woman in the three kingdoms, Ellish, you darlin'. But don't you know the proverb, 'sweet words butther no parsnips."

"Don't bother us, Pether, with your arguing to-night," said Father Ned, "it's enough for you to be seven days in the week at your disputations. Sir, I drink to our better acquaintance." "With all my heart, sir," replied the stranger. "Father Ned," said Nancy, "the gintleman was going to tell us a sthrange story, sir, and maybe your Reverence would wish to hear it, docthor?"

Morrow, how do you do, sir? And eh? Who's this we've got in the corner? A gintleman, boys, if cloth can make one! Mr. Morrow, introduce me." "Indeed, Father Ned, I hav'nt the pleasure of knowing the gintleman myself." "Well, no matter come up, Pether.

Peter, do not let this scene be lost. Remember it." "Oh, Father dear, can I ever forget it? can I ever forget seein' my darlin' in sich agony?" "Pether," said the sick woman, "will you get the car ready for to-mor to-morrow till I look at that piece o' land that Dan bought, before he he closes the bargain?" "Father, jewel!" said Pether, "can't you get the world banished out of her heart?