Ha! ha! ha! If you draw, Sir, there's one prospect up the river, by the mills--upon my conscience--but you don't draw ?' No answer.
'A little, Sir, maybe?
Just for a maggot, I'll wager--like _my_ good lady, Mrs.Toole.' A nearer glance at his dress had satisfied Toole that he was too much of a maccaroni for an artist, and he was thinking of placing him upon the lord lieutenant's staff.

'We've capital horses here, if you want to go on to Leixlip,' (where--this between ourselves and the reader--during the summer months His Excellency and Lady Townshend resided, and where, the old newspapers tell us, they 'kept a public day every Monday,' and he 'had a levee, as usual, every Thursday.') But this had no better success.
'If you design to stay over the day, and care for shooting, we'll have some ball practice on Palmerstown fair-green to-day.

Seven baronies to shoot for ten and five guineas.

One o'clock, hey ?' At this moment entered Major O'Neill, of the Royal Irish Artillery, a small man, very neatly got up, and with a decidedly Milesian cast of countenance, who said little, but smiled agreeably-- 'Gentlemen, your most obedient.

Ha, doctor; how goes it ?--anything new--anything _on_ the _Freeman_ ?' Toole had scanned that paper, and hummed out, as he rumpled it over,--'nothing--very--particular.