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[TO THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR.")
SIR.—I can vouch for the following stories. Two years ago, while in the North of Ireland, one of our party entered into conversation with a peasant-woman. He asked if people in that part spoke the Irish language. " No, your honour," she replied; "none of them do round here."—" But," he went on, " when they get excited and angry, do they not then use the Irish language ? "—" Och, indeed, your honour," said she ; " when they are angry, it is very bad English they use! " Another time we were driving on a car, and mentioned to the driver that we were very anxious to meet a Mr. C—, who had a house to let. The driver told us that Mr. C— himself had just that moment passed us. "Do you think we could overtake him ? " we asked.—" Oh, yes. He was only a very little way off." So two of us dismounted and ran after Mr. C—. Then the driver turned to the others and said, " Sure, they'll never make him hear at all ; he's stone deaf."—I am, Sir, &c., BELFAST.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."]
SIB,—At the meeting of a trading society in my neighbour- hood not long ago a man said, "I am only a poor working farmer, and 'tie with the greatest difficulty I can make the two ends of the candle meet." A parson at C— at the end of a sermon on grace said, " And, my brethren, if there remains one spark of grace, water it, water it." He had evidently been in the habit of comparing grace to a tender plant. A friend of mine pointed out a house to me, saying, " Our doctor lives there, he died yesterday."—I am, Sir, &c., R. E. L.
[TO THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR"] Sin,—I came upon the most perfect specimen in Essex—of all counties—where some years ago I had to meet a stranger. After some conversation I suggested, deferentially, "You are Irish, I think ? " He beamed, and said : " Yes, sorr, Oirish, but I wasn't borrn in me natuv conthree."—I am,
Sir, &c., E. R. R.
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