The same cob could be soothed in a moment by another word, used by the same individual in a very different kind of tone--the word was deaghblasda, or sweet tasted.

Some time after the operation, whilst the cob was yet under his hands, the fellow--who was what the Irish call a fairy smith--had done all he could to soothe the creature, and had at last succeeded by giving it gingerbread-buttons, of which the cob became passionately fond.

Invariably, however, before giving it a button, he said, 'Deaghblasda,' with which word the cob by degrees associated an idea of unmixed enjoyment: so if he could rouse the cob to madness by the word which recalled the torture to its remembrance, he could as easily soothe it by the other word, which the cob knew would be instantly followed by the button, which the smith never failed to give him after using the word deaghblasda." "There is nothing wonderful to be done," said the jockey, "without a good deal of preparation, as I know myself.

Folks stare and wonder at certain things which they would only laugh at if they knew how they were done; and to prove what I say is true, I will give you one or two examples.

Can either of you lend me a handkerchief?
That won't do," said he, as I presented him with a silk one.