He's mighty fond of the news, but he's fonder, you see, of a penny! "There now, your honour, just look at that house! It's a magistrate he is that lives there; and why?
Why, just to be called 'your honour,' and have the people tip their hats to him.

Oh! he delights in that, he does.
Why, you might knock a man, or put him in the water, you might, indeed, but if you came before Mr .-- --, and you just called him 'your honour' often enough, and made up to him, you'd be all right! You've just to go up to him with your hat in your hand, looking up at him, and to say, 'Ah! now, your honour'" (imitating the wheedling tone to perfection), "and indeed you'd get anything out of him--barring a sixpence, that is, or a penny! "Ah! he's a snug one, too!" And with that he launched a sharp thwack of the whip at the grey mare, and we went rattling on apace.
At the very pretty station of Athy we parted the best of friends.

"Wish you safe home, your honour." The kindly railway porter, also, who had recommended Kavanagh's Hotel, was anxious to know how I found it, and so busied himself to get me a good carriage when the train came in, that I feel bound to exempt Athy from the judgment passed by Sir James Allport's committee against the "amenities of railway travelling in Ireland." DUBLIN, _Saturday, March 10._--I called by appointment to-day upon Mr.
Brooke, the owner of the Coolgreany estate, at his counting-house in Gardiner's Row.

It is one of the spacious old last-century houses of Dublin; the counting-room is installed with dark, old-fashioned mahogany fittings, in what once was, and might easily again be made, a drawing-room.

Pictures hang on the walls, and the atmosphere of the whole place is one of courtesy and culture rather than of mere modern commerce.