of his own Emerald Isle. The boy who was employed in the office directly across the hall used to go to the Irishman's door and stick his ear to the key-hole with a view to drinking in the gushing melody by the quart or perhaps pailful. This vexed Mr. Culkins, and considerably marred the pleasure of the thing, as witness the following:—

"O come to me when daylight sets.

[What yez doing at that door, yer d—d spalpane?]

Sweet, then come to me!

[I'll twist the nose off yez presently, me honey!]