There's a man hereabouts that thinks he could put my nose out o' joint.

Oh! it's a great thing, Jerry, to have nice, ginteel, thin features, that won't spoil by the weather.

Throth, red cheeks or a white skin in a man isn't becomin'; an' as for larnin', Jerry, it may require a long time to take it in, but a very little hole would soon let it all out.

May I never do harm but I'm glad that job's over," alluding to the employment at which they were engaged.

"Oh! then, but that's a fine cast o' whate!" "It is," replied Jerry; "but in regard to the larnin' I don't undherstand you." "No matther for that, Jerry, I may be a good friend to you yet; ay, indeed may I--poor good-natured Jerry; an' when that time comes, if you have any scruple in axin' Misther Moylan to countenance you and befriend you, why it'll be your own fault my poor, good-natured Jerry." "Many thanks, Misther Moylan," replied Jerry, assuming a gravity which he could scarcely maintain, "remember that you don't forget your promise.