But, as I was sayin', you Scotchmen think first and spake afther--one of the most unlucky practices that ever anybody had.

Now, don't you see the advantage that the Irishman has over you; he spakes first and thinks aftherwards, and then, you know, it gives him plenty of time to think--here's God bless us all, anyhow--but that's the way an Irishman bates a Scotchman in givin' an answer; for if he fails by word o' mouth, why, whatever he's deficient in he makes up by the fist or cudgel; and there's our three Irish answers for one Scotch." "Weel, man, a' richt--a' richt--we winna quarrel aboot it; but I thocht ye promised to gie us another toast--de'il be frae my; saul, man, but I'll drink as mony as you like wisiccan liquor as this." "Ay, troth, I did say so, and devil a thing but your Scotch nonsense put it out o' my head.

And now, Mr.Malcomson, let me advise you, as a friend, never to attempt to have the whole conversation to yourself; it I isn't daicent.
"Weel, but the toast, man ?" "Oh, ay; troth, your nonsense would put any thing out of a man's head.
Well, you see this comfortable room ?" "Ou, ay; an vara comfortable it is; ma faith, I wuss I had ane like it.
The auld squire, however, talks o' buildin' a new gertlen-hoose." "Well, then, fill your bumper.

Here's to her that got me this room, and had it furnished as you see, in order that I might be at my aise in it for the remaindher o' my life--I mane the _Cooleen Bawn_--the Lily of the Plains of Boyle.

Come, now, off with it; and if you take it from your lantern jaws! till it's finished, divil a wet lip ever I'll give you." The Scotchman was not indisposed to honor the toast; first, because the ale was both strong and mellow, and secondly, because the _Cooleen Bawn_ was a great favorite of his, in consequence of the deference she paid to him as a botanist.
"Eh, sirs," he exclaimed, after finishing | his bumper, "but she's a bonnie lassie that, and as gude as she's bonnie--and de'il a higher compliment she could get, I think.