A fine choice of amusements, I vow,' cried the jolly doctor.
'There, don't mind me, nor all I say, Toole.

I'm, I suppose, in the vapours; but, truly, I'm glad to see you, and I thank you, indeed I do, heartily, for your obliging visit; 'tis very neighbourly.

But, hang it, I'm weary of the time--the world is a dull place.

I'm tired of this planet, and should not mind cutting my throat and trying a new star.
Suppose we make the journey together, Toole; there is a brace of pistols over the chimney, and a fair wind for some of them.' 'Rather too much of a gale for my taste, thanking you again,' answered Toole with a cosy chuckle; 'but, if _you're_ bent on the trip, and can't wait, why, at least, let's have a glass together before parting.' 'With all my heart, what you will.

Shall it be punch ?' 'Punch be it.