No, no, Boyle, just try a plain, straightforward paragraph about my death; we'll have it in Falkner's paper to-morrow.

On Friday the funeral can take place, and, with the blessing o' God, I'll come to life on Saturday at Athlone, in time to canvass the market." "I think it wouldn't be bad if your ghost were to appear to old Timins the tanner, in Naas, on your way down.

You know he arrested you once before." "I prefer a night's sleep," said O'Malley.

"But come, finish the squib for the paper." "Stay a little," said Sir Harry, musing; "it just strikes me that if ever the matter gets out I may be in some confounded scrape.

Who knows if it is not a breach of privilege to report the death of a member?
And to tell you truth, I dread the Sergeant and the Speaker's warrant with a very lively fear." "Why, when did you make his acquaintance ?" said the Count.
"Is it possible you never heard of Boyle's committal ?" said O'Malley.