Mrs.Burke, breakfast--breakfast, madam, as you love Hycy, the accomplished." So saying, Hycy the accomplished proceeded to the parlor we have described, followed by his maternal relative, as he often called his mother.
"Well, upon my word and honor, mother," said the aforesaid Hycy, who knew and played upon his mother's weak points, "it is a sad thing to see such a woman as you are, married to a man who has neither the spirit nor feelings of a gentleman--my word and honor it is." "I feel that, Hycy, but there's no help for spilt milk; we must only make the best of a bad bargain.

Are you coming to your breakfast," she shouted, calling to honest Jemmy, who still sat on the hob ruminating with a kind of placid vexation over his son's extravagance--"your tay's filled out!" "There let it," he replied, "I'll have none of your plash to-day; I tuck my skinful of good stiff stirabout that's worth a shipload of it.

Drink it yourselves--I'm no gintleman." "Arrah, when did you find that out, Misther Burke ?" she shouted back again.
"To his friends and acquaintances it is anything but a recent disco very," added Hycy; and each complimented the observation of the other with a hearty laugh, during which the object of it went out to the fields to join the men.
"I'm afraid it's no go, mother," proceeded the son, when breakfast was finished--"he won't stand it.

Ah, if both my parents were of the same geometrical proportion, there would be little difficulty in this business; but upon my honor and reputation, my dear mother, I think between you and me that my father's a gross abstraction--a most substantial and ponderous apparition." "An' didn't I know that an' say that too all along ?" replied his mother, catching as much of the high English from him as she could manage: "however, lave the enumeration of the mare to me.

It'll go hard or I'll get it out of him." "It is done," he replied; "your stratagetic powers are great, my dear mother, consequently it is left in your hands." Hycy, whilst in the kitchen, cast his eye several times upon the handsome young daughter of Peety Dhu, a circumstance to which we owe the instance of benevolent patronage now about to be recorded.
"Mother," he proceeds, "I think it would be a charity to rescue that interesting little girl of Peety Dhu's from a life of mendicancy." "From a what ?" she asked, staring at him.
"Why," he replied, now really anxious to make himself understood--"from the disgraceful line of life he's bringin' her up to.