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.

Ye can buy candles at store, but a model shows the good saints ye've tuk trouble an' are grateful." "D'you believe that, Irish ?" said Tom Platt, turning on his elbow.
"Would I do Ut if I did not, Ohio ?" "Wa-al, Enoch Fuller he made a model o' the old Ohio, and she's to Salem museum now.