for, affcher all."

"Throth, an' here's the same, Jimmy. There's Jack Stuart, an' if there's
a cool corner in hell, the same Jack will get it--an' that he may, I
pray Gor this day, an' amin. The Lord sind it to him! for he richly
desarves it. Kind, neighborly, and frindly, is he an' all belongin' to
him; an' I wouldn't be where a hard word 'ud be spoken of him, nor a dog
in connection wid the family ill-treated; for which reason may he get a
cool corner in hell, I humbly sufflicate."

"What do you think of Jack Taylor? Will he be cosey?"

"Throth, I doubt so--a blessed youth is Jack: yit myself 'ud hardly wish
it. He's a heerum-skeemm, divil-may-care fellow, no doubt of it, an'
laughs at the priests, which same I'm thinkin' will get him below
stairs more nor a new-milk heat, any way; but thin agin, he thrates thim
dacent, an' gives thim good dinners, an' they take all this rolliken
in good part, so that it's likely he's not in airnest in it, and surely
they ought to know best, Jimmy."

"What do you think of Yallow Sam?--honest Sam, that they say was born
widout a heart, an' carries the black wool in his ears, to keep out
the cries of the widows an' the orphans, that are long rotten in their
graves through his dark villany!--He'll get a snug birth!"*

* This was actually said of the person alluded to--a
celebrated usurer and agent to two or three estates,
who was a little deaf, and had his ears occasionally
stuffed with black wool.