It's a sweet miniature." "That miniature," said Mrs.Hoggarty, solemnly, "was the great Mulcahy's _chef-d'oeuvre_" (pronounced _shy dewver_, a favourite word of my aunt's; being, with the words _bongtong_ and _ally mode de Parry_, the extent of her French vocabulary).

"You know the dreadful story of that poor poor artist.

When he had finished that wonderful likeness for the late Mrs.
Hoggarty of Castle Hoggarty, county Mayo, she wore it in her bosom at the Lord Lieutenant's ball, where she played a game of piquet with the Commander-in-Chief.

What could have made her put the hair of her vulgar daughters round Mick's portrait, I can't think; but so it was, as you see it this day.

'Madam,' says the Commander-in-Chief, 'if that is not my friend Mick Hoggarty, I'm a Dutchman!' Those were his Lordship's very words.