Would you like to join my regiment ?" "By coorse, your honor.

I'd like to be near yourself; bekase, too, if anything happens to you,--the Lord be betune us and harm," here he crossed himself piously,--"sure, I'd like to be able to tell the master how you died; and sure, there's Mr.Considine--God pardon him! He'll be beating my brains out av I couldn't explain it all." "Well, Mike, I'll speak to some of my friends here about you, and we'll settle it all properly.

Here's the doctor." "Arrah, Mr.Charles, don't mind him.

He's a poor crayture entirely.

Devil a thing he knows." "Why, what do you mean, man?
He's physician to the forces." "Oh, be-gorra, and so he may be!" said Mike, with a toss of his head.
"Those army docthers isn't worth their salt.