"All over North Wales, your hanner; to say nothing of the southern
country."

"I suppose you speak Welsh?"

"Not a word, your hanner. The Welsh speak their language so fast,
that divil a word could I ever contrive to pick up."

"Do you speak Irish?"

"I do, yer hanner; that is when people spake to me in it."

I spoke to him in Irish; after a little discourse he said in
English:

"I see your hanner is a Munster man. Ah! all the learned men comes
from Munster. Father Toban comes from Munster."

"I have heard of him once or twice before," said I.

"I daresay your hanner has. Every one has heard of Father Toban;
the greatest scholar in the world, who they, say stands a better
chance of being made Pope, some day or other, than any saggart in
Ireland."

"Will you take sixpence?"

"I will, your hanner; if your hanner offers it; but I never beg; I
leave that kind of work to my wife and daughter as I said before."