And better you than another, I'd say, since it wasn't an Irishman to have her: but what induced the dear lady to take him, is the question we 're all of us asking! And it's mournful to think that somehow you contrive to get the pick of us in the girls! If ever we 're united, 'twill be by a trick of circumvention of that sort, pretty sure.

There's a turn in the market when they shut their eyes and drop to the handiest: and London's a vortex that poor dear dull old Dublin can't compete with.

I 'll beg you for the address of the lady her friend, Lady Dunstane.' Mr.Sullivan Smith walked with Redworth through the park to the House of Commons, discoursing of Rails and his excellent old friend's rise to the top rung of the ladder and Beanstalk land, so elevated that one had to look up at him with watery eyes, as if one had flung a ball at the meridian sun.

Arrived at famed St.Stephen's, he sent in his compliments to the noble patriot and accepted an invitation to dinner.
'And mind you read THE PRINCESS EGERIA,' said Redworth.
'Again and again, my friend.

The book is bought.' Sullivan Smith slapped his breastpocket.
'There's a bit of Erin in it.' 'It sprouts from Erin.' 'Trumpet it.' 'Loud as cavalry to the charge!' Once with the title stamped on his memory, the zealous Irishman might be trusted to become an ambulant advertizer.