Whether you'll grow in it or not, is more than I know, but be me sowl, we'll plant you there any how.

Do you know what the stocks manes?
Faith, many a spare hour you've sarved there, I go bail, that is, when, you had nothing else to do--an' by the way of raycreation jist." "Ay," said the pedlar, "listen how he sticks to the ould villain--but sure, if you put any other two blisthers together, they'll do the same." "My own opinion is," observed Hanlon's aunt, "that it's a pity of the Daltons, at any raite.

Every one feels for them--but still the hand o' God an' his curse, I'm afeard, is upon them." "An' that's more, maybe, than you know," replied Jemmy.

"Maybe God's only punishing them, bekaise he loves them.

It's good to have our suffering in this world." "Afther all," said the pedlar, "I'm afeard myself, too, that the wrath o' the Almighty has marked them out.