Humours of Irish Life

One of the old women struck a blow on the ground, and a door opened in the side of the wall, and what should the Piper see coming out but the white gander which he had stolen fr...

Well, they all stopped when they seen the young giant, with his boy's face and long, black hair, and his short, curly beard--for his poor mother couldn't afford to buy razhurs--...

"Sorra care I care," says the dhraggin; "for you're as good as ready money in my pocket this minit, for I'll lie undher this three," says he, "and sooner or later you must fall...

"The lassie," said Anne, "we were talkin' about is a marrit woman--one Hannah Breen be name--an' she lives in a big house on the side of a hill over there towards the mountain....

Mr. Willoughby made an effort to rally. He reminded himself that he was Cabinet Minister and a great man, that he had withstood the fieriest eloquence of Members for Munster con...

And he gave himself a shove, so that he raised his shoulders above the wall. A brave, big pair they were, too, but they were only just held up on crutches. Hughie could balance...

He had scarcely uttered the words when a noise like the "crack of doom" was heard: one-half of the barn-floor had disappeared! The Ghost made a step to approach Sir Charles, his...

"I know that. But I have to enter his religion in the book. It's the rule that the religion of every inmate of the house or the hospital must be entered, and I'll get into troub...

"When I came into the fair there was a fiddler playing behind a tinker's cart. I had a shilling to spend in the town, and so I went into Flynn's and asked for a cordial. A few m...

"Begad, sure enough, Jack gave a bounce to the door, and his wife leaped like a two-year-ould, till they were both got on a stile beside the house to see what was wrong in the sky.

An', bedad, he was an illigant scholar, moreover an', so signs by, it's many's the song he made about her; an' if you'd be walkin' in the evening, a mile away from Carrickadrum,...

A few days afterwards a letter from Mr. Knox informed me that he had "squared the old lady, and it would be all right about the colt!" He further told me that Mrs. Knox had been...

Miss Dashwood unfolded the billet, and after a moment's silence, burst out a-laughing, while she said, "Why, really, papa, I do not see why this should put you out much, after a...

"'Well, Shawn,' siz Nancy, I'm thinkin' av what an unhappy Christmas mornin' we had this day twelve months, all on account of the thrish you caught in the crib, bad cess to her.'

Doubtless the prescriptions of Mrs. Moloney lacked precision on the quantitative side. A cure of rheumatism was threepence-worth of "Hickery Pickery in a naggin o' the best sper...

"We may presume that the lady is referring to the tiller," said Mr. Mooney, with a facetious eye at the Bench. "Maybe now, ma'am, you can explain to us what sort of a boat is she?"

"Waddy had served a good deal, and lost his leg somehow, for which he had a pension besides his half-pay, and he lived in ease and affluence among the Bucks of Mallow. He was a...

For quite a time Jim was occupied over way-bills in his little office; but at last his attention was distracted by the long continued howling and yelping of a dog.

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Hugh looked, and saw, conspicuous at a short distance beyond their backyard, a portly rick of straw, which their neighbour, Peter Quin, had nearly finished building. A youth was...

Jim Hanlon, the cobbler, was said by his neighbours to have had his own share of trouble, and they often added, "And himself a very dacint man, goodness may pity him!" His misfo...

Pat Hanlon, the piper, had a faver out iv it; an' Neddy Shawn Heigue, mountin' his horse the wrong way, broke his collar-bone, by the manes iv fallin' over his tail while he was...

The joint authors of the "R.M." have paid forfeit for achieving popularity by being expected to repeat their first resounding success. Happily the pressure of popular demand has...

But the tragic note is sounded in the close of "An Irish Cousin"--Miss Martin and Miss Somerville have never lost sight of the abiding dualism enshrined in Moore's verse "Erin,...

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But most av thim wouldn't say one thing or another till they seen it workin'; an', 'deed, we were all wishin' he'd begin. We had to thole, though; for the dimonsthrator was a bu...