They are excellent in their kind.

I must have them by heart, that when I am asked the reason why Mr.Hill has taken an aversion to an Irish glover, I may be able to repeat them:-- "Now, take my word, Wise men of Hereford, None in safety may be, Till the bad man doth flee." "You'll oblige me, sir," said the verger, "if you would never repeat those verses, sir, nor mention, in any company, the affair of the king of the gipsies." "I will oblige you," replied Mr.Marshal, "if you will oblige me.

Will you tell me honestly whether, now that you find this Mr.O'Neill is neither a dog-killer nor a puller-down of bark-ricks, you feel that you could forgive him for being an Irishman, if the mystery, as you call it, of the hole under the cathedral was cleared up ?" "But that is not cleared up, I say, sir," cried Mr.Hill, striking his walking-stick forcibly upon the ground with both his hands.

"As to the matter of his being an Irishman, I have nothing to say to it; I am not saying anything about that, for I know we all are born where it pleases God, and an Irishman may be as good as another.

I know that much, Mr.
Marshal, and I am not one of those illiberal-minded, ignorant people that cannot abide a man that was not born in England.