I'm o' Manuel's way o' thinkin'.

About tin years back I was crew to a Sou' Boston market-boat.

We was off Minot's Ledge wid a northeaster, butt first, atop of us, thicker'n burgoo.

The ould man was dhrunk, his chin waggin' on the tiller, an' I sez to myself, 'If iver I stick my boat-huk into T-wharf again, I'll show the saints fwhat manner o' craft they saved me out av.' Now, I'm here, as ye can well see, an' the model of the dhirty ould Kathleen, that took me a month to make, I gave ut to the priest, an' he hung ut up forninst the altar.

There's more sense in givin' a model that's by way o' bein' a work av art than any candle.