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"Faix, an' you're right, maybe; but if it's strivin' again me you are, you may give it over: I tell you, I'll have more money made afore this time twelvemonth than you will." "Arrah, is it jokin' you are? More money? Would you advise me to take Harry's land? Tell me that first, you phanix, an' thin I'm your man!" "Faix, take your own coorse, avourneen.
When I was young, many a time my poor father, God be good to him! said that if there was any possibility of gettin' me to take to larnin', I'd be risin' out o' the ashes every mornin' like a phanix." "But won't you hould to your plan about the license?" "Hould! To be sure I will. What was I but takin' a rise out o' you. I intinded it this good while, you phanix faix, I did."
"Pether," said she, "it's like a dhrame to me that you're neglectin' your business, alanna." "Is it you, beauty? but, maybe, you'd first point out to me what business, barrin' buttherin' up yourself, I have to mind, you phanix bright?" "Quit yourself, Pether! it's time for you to give up your ould ways; you caught one bird wid them, an' that's enough. What do you intind to do!
The boy accordingly went out "Why," said Corcoran, in his absence, "if ever there was a phanix, and that boy will be the bird an Irish phanix he will be, a Rara avis in terris, nigroque simillima cygno! There's no batin' him at anything he undher-takes. Why, there's thim that are makin' good bread by their larnin', that couldn't resolve that; and you all saw how he did it widout the book!
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?
"Faith, I'm close, no doubt of it; an' but there's no use in sayin' any more about it you said whatsomever came into my own head consarnin' it. Faith, you did, you phanix." In a short time the marriage took place.
"In throth, the same proverb's a lyin' one, and ever was; but it's not parsnips I'll butther wid 'em, you gommoch." "Sowl, you butthered me wid 'em long enough, you deludher devil a lie in it; but thin, as you say, sure enough, I was no parsnip not so soft as that either, you phanix." "No?
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