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Not for your life, boys, don't let-drive ne'er a one of yees, says I she's a woman, and a widow woman, and only a scould from her birth: so they held their hands; but she giving tongue bitter, 'twas hard for flesh and blood to stand it. Now, for the love of heaven and me, sit down all, and be quite as lambs, and finish your poonch like gentlemen, sir, says I: so saying, I tuk Mrs.

Oh, Connor, avick, what will I do? Honor, achora, what 'ill become o' me ainn't I strugglin', strugglin' against it, whatever it is; don't yees pity me? Don't ye, avick machree, don't ye, Honor? Oh, don't yees pity me?" "God pity you!" said the wife, bursting into tears; "what will become of you? Pray to God, Fardorougha, pray to Him. No one alive can change your heart but God.

Git out wid yees!" And the disgusted champion turned the other fellow about and expressed his opinion of him by delivering a kick, which landed him several feet away. "That was kind in yees," said the recipient, looking back with the droll humor of the Irish people. "They did their hammering in front, while I resave yees in the rear, and I fale as though they was about equal."

In the course of a few minutes, he returned, exclaiming, "Why, thin, is it thinkin' to venthur out sich a night as it's comin' on yer Reverences would be? and it plashin' as if it came out of methers! Sure the life would be dhrownded out of both of ye, and yees might colch a faver into the bargain."

An' shure, jist at the very minute that he got along, out comes the little rid hin out iv the door, to pick up shticks to bile her taykettle. 'Begorra, now, but I'll have yees, says the shly ould fox, and in he shlips, unbeknownst, intil the house, an' hides behind the door.

O'Halloran, "her ladyship gave half a crown last week to one of yees, and she'll give no more, so you can take yourselves off out of this as quick as you like." "We are not collectors," said the young man, with dignity. "Whether you are not, it's what you look," said Mrs. O'Halloran, "dressed up in them clothes, with your toy guns and all. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves."

"When he gets back, serjeant can you, or any other man, tell when that will be?" "Yes, yer honour," sputtered Mike, with the eagerness of a boy. "I'se the man to tell yees that same." "You? What can you know, that is not known to all of us, my good Michael?" "I knows what I sees; and if yon isn't Misther Strhides, then I am not acquainted with his sthraddle."

"My, but isn't it cold?" she said, as she shook the dust out of her shawl and set the pitcher down on the bar. "Gimme a pint," laying down a few pennies that had been wrapped in a corner of the shawl, "and mamma says make it good and full." "All'us the way with youse kids want a barrel when yees pays fer a pint," growled the bartender.

"'Ah, ha! says the ould fox, 'I'll soon bring yees down out o' that! An' he began to whirrul round, an' round, an' round, fashter an' fashter an' fashter, on the floor, after his big, bushy tail, till the little rid hin got so dizzy wid lookin', that she jist tumbled down off the bame, and the fox whipped her up and popped her intil his bag, and shtarted off home in a minute.

Be kind enough to tell a poor fellow, do." "Yees goin' to Lunnun, are yees? Weel all right go along." And without another word, having now satisfied their rustic curiosity, the two human steers, with wonderful phlegm, applied themselves to their hoes; supposing, no doubt, that they had given all requisite information.