I gave him a bolus, twice the size of a gooseberry.

"What's this ?" said he.

"A bolus," says I."The devil," says he; "dia-bolus, then," says I--"hey ?" said I, "well ?" ha! ha! and by Jove, Sir, it actually half stuck in his oesophagus, and I shoved it down like a bullet, with a probang; you'd a died a laughing, yet 'twasn't a bit too big.

Why, I tell you, upon my honour, Mrs.Rebecca Chattesworth's black boy, only t'other day, swallowed a musket bullet twice the size, ha! ha!--he did--and I set him to rights in no time with a little powder.' 'Gunpowder ?' said Devereux.

'And what of O'Flaherty?
I'm told he was going to shoot poor Miles O'More.' 'Ha, ha! hey?
Well, I don't think either remembered in the morning what they quarrelled about,' replied Toole; 'so it went off in smoke, Sir.' 'Well, and how is Miles ?' 'Why, ha, ha! he's back again, with a bill, as usual, and a horse to sell--a good one--the black one, don't you remember?
He wants five and thirty guineas; 'tisn't worth two pounds ten.