Fish, eh?
See there, Brentwood! What do you think of that for a blackfish?
(What was his weight, my dear ?)" "Seven pounds and a half, as the black fellows brought him in," said Mrs.Buckley.
"A very pretty fish," said the Major.

"My dear, what is the news ?" "Why, the Donovans have sold their station." "Ha! ha!" laughed the Major.

"Why, we have come from there to-day.

Why, we were there last night at a grand party.

All the Irishmen in the country side.