The Worlds Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906. Vols. VIIX: British
A NATIVE who heard an Englishman speaking of the fine echo at the Lake of Killarney, which repeats the sound forty times, he very promptly observed, Faith, thats nothing at all to the echo in my fathers garden in the county of Galway. If you say to it, How do you do, Paddy Blake? it will answer, Pretty well, I thank you, sir.
An English gentleman was writing a letter in a coffee-house, and perceiving that an Irishman stationed behind him had been looking over his shoulder, he concluded with these words: I would say more, but a tall Irishman is reading over my shoulder every word I write. You lie, you scoundrel! exclaimed the Hibernian.
As Pat Hogan sat enjoying his connubial bliss upon the banks of a Southern creek, he espied a turtle emerging from the stream. Ochone! he exclaimed solemnly, that iver I should come to America to see a snuff-box walk. Whist! said his wife, dont be afther making fun of the birds.
A traveller came upon an Irishman who was fencing in a most barren and desolate piece of land. What are you fencing in that lot for, Pat? said he. A herd of cows would starve to death on that land. And shure, your honour, wasnt I fincing it to keep the poor bastes out iv it?
By my faith, said Teddy, you neednt talk about that same in this place. Youre as fond of bulls as any people in all the world, so you are. In this paltry bit of a town youve got more public houses nor I ever seen wid the sign of the bull over the doore, so you have. Im sure I can count half a dozen of them.
Indeed, my brave boys, Ill not bet at all; Im no better, I assure youI should be worse if I were. This sally tickled his companions, and he proceeded, But Ill be bound to name and count the six. Theres the Black Bull.