It's thruth I'm telling you.
Sure, didn't he come to see me when I was sick below in the hould?
"'How do you feel ?' says he.
"'Terribly dhry in the mouth,' says I.
"'But your bones,' says he; 'how's them ?' "'As if cripples was kicking me,' says I.
"Well, with that he wint away, and brought back two powders.
"'Take them,' says he, 'and you'll be cured in no time.' "'What's them ?' says I.
"'They're ematics,' says he.
"'Blood and ages!' says I, 'are they ?' "'Devil a lie,' says he; 'take them immediately.' "And I tuk them; and would you believe me, Mister Charles ?--it's thruth I'm telling you,--devil a one o' them would stay on my stomach.

So you see what a docther he is!" I could not help smiling at Mike's ideas of medicine, as I turned away to talk to the major, who was busily engaged beside me.

His occupation consisted in furbishing up a very tarnished and faded uniform, whose white seams and threadbare lace betokened many years of service.
"Getting up our traps, you see, O'Malley," said he, as he looked with no small pride at the faded glories of his old vestment.

"Astonish them at Lisbon, we flatter ourselves.

I say, Power, what a bad style of dress they've got into latterly, with their tight waist and strapped trousers; nothing free, nothing easy, nothing _degage_ about it.