There's no keep in' the crathurs oft o' you." "Begad, you must be a happy man, Mogue.

I wish I was like you--but whisper, man alive, why don't you look higher.
"How is that ?" asked the other, now apparently awakened to a new interest.
"Mogue," said the pedlar, with something like solemnity of manner, "you and I are both embarked in the same ship, you know--we know how things are to go.

I'm now provin' to you that I'm your friend.

Listen, you passed through the back-yard to-day while I was in the parlor wid the family sellin' my goods as well as I could.

Well, Miss Julia had a beautiful shawl about her purty shoulders, and as she seen you passin, she started, kept her eyes fixed upon you till you disappeared, and then, afther thinkin 'or some time, she sighed deeply.