Lord bless us! but it's a quare world--here is both parties schamin' an' plottin' away--all bent on risin' themselves higher in it by pride and dishonesty.

There's the high rogue and the low rogue--the great villain and the little villain--musha! Polly, which do you think is worst, eh ?" "Faith, I think it's six o' one and half-a-dozen of the other with them.
Still, a body would suppose that the high rogue ought to rest contented; but it's a hard thing they say to satisfy the cravin's of man's heart when pride, an' love of wealth an' power, get into it." "I'm not at all happy in my mind, Polly," observed her husband, meditatively; "I'm not at aise--and I won't bear this state of mind much longer.

But, then, again, there's my pension; and that I'll lose if I spake out.

I sometimes think I'll go to the country some o' these days, and see an ould friend." "An where to, if it's a fair question ?" "Why," he replied, "maybe it's a fair-question to ask, but not so fair to answer.

Ay! I'll go to the country--I'll start in a few days--in a few days! No, savin' to me, but I'll start to-morrow.