Stories of Comedy

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rom the fast on account of the great company that was in it,-at laste so I'm tould. Howandiver, there's no fast on the dhrink, anyhow,-glory be to God!-and so, as they wor sitting, afther dinner, taking th

"Be my soul," says he, "if I put your Holiness undh

; and ov coorse they knew all the ins and outs of the conthravarsy at Room. "Faix, Thomaus," says he, smiling across the tab

to thry?" says

er bottle ov wine's betuxt this and Salamanca, nor there's fornens

l could," sa

, "sure, and here's the best ov

" says his Riv'rence, "I would prefir some hot wather and

says the Pope to his head butler, "

a dhrop ov the native in your cellar? Sure, it's all one throuble," says he, "a

says he, "that it isn't in my power to plase you; for I'm sure and certaint that the

says he, "of the real stuff," says he, hauling out an imperi'l quart bottle out ov his coat-pocket; "that never seen the face ov a guager," says he, setting it down on the table fornenst the Pope;

desan squirean that maybe hasn't liquor enough in his cupboard to wet more nor his own heretical whistle. That may be the way wid them that you wisit in Leithrim," says he, "and in Roscommon; and I'd let you know the differ in the prisint case," says he, "only that you're a champion ov the Church and entitled to laniency.

the dear man, "Blessed Vargin, but it has the divine smell!"

his goolden meeddlar,-for everything at the Pope's table, to the very shcrew for drawing the corks, was ov vergin goold,-"if I might make boold," says he, "to spake on so deep a su

the Pope, in a much more condescinding way nor you'd have

r dispinsed them chymicals," says he, "I'll jist make bould to lay doun o

hat?" say

d then put in the sugar; and remember, every dhrop

ng his lips. "I never knewn what dhrink was afore," says he. "It bates the Lachymalchrystal out ov the face!"

specially," says he, "as, for fear ov accidents, I tuck the liberty of fetching the fellow ov that small vesshel," say

faix," says he, "I'm bent on anilizing the metaphwysics ov this phinome

your Holiness," says he, "I'd dhrink wid you ti

o the second fugil apiece, and

or hedge-masther like me wid sich deep larning as is only fit for the likes ov them two I left over their second tumbler? Howandiver, wishing I was like them, in regard ov the sup ov dhri