How one sane man could name another a donkey for fighting to clear an innocent young lady's reputation, passed his rational conception.
Sir Lukin hastened to Mr.Redworth to have a talk over old schooldays and fellows.
'I'll tell you what,' said the civilian, 'There are Irishmen and Irishmen.

I've met cool heads and long heads among them, and you and I knew Jack Derry, who was good at most things.

But the burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured.

Nature strained herself in a 'fit of absurdity to produce him, and all that Art can do is to copy.' This was his prelude to an account of Mr.Sullivan Smith, whom, as a specimen, he rejoiced to have met.
'There's a chance of mischief,' said Sir Lukin.

'I know nothing of the man he calls Malkin.