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 6 PADY FROM CORK.

own to be teached by him or any body elſe. he began to inſtruct me after that how I ſhould ſerve the table and ſuch naſty things as thoſt; one night I took ben roaſted fiſh in one hand, and a piece of bread in the o they the did gentleman was ſo-ſaucy he would not tak it, and told me I ſhould bring nothing to him withou a trencher below it; the ſame night he was going to bed, he called for his slippers and a piſh-pot, ſo I clap in a trencher below the piſh pot and another below th slippers and ben I goes, one in every hand; no fornit did I enter the room, then lie threw the pith bot at me which broke both my head and the piſh-pot at one blou now ſaid I the devil is in my maſter altogether, ſo what he commands at one time he countermands at ano- ther. Next day I went wish him to the market to buy a ſack of potatoes. I went unto the potatoe monger and aked what he took for the full of a Scotch dog he weigh- ed them in, he asked no leſs than fourpence, fourpened Nudiif I were but in Dublin, I could get the full o thzt for nothing, and in Cork and Kinſale far cheaper them is but ſmall things like peaſe, ſaid, but the po- tatoes in my country is as big as your head, fine meat all made up in bleſſed mouthfuls; the potatoe-merchand called me a liar, and my maſter called me a fool, ſo the one fell a kicking the and the other a cuning me. I was in ſuch bad bread between them that I ciled myself both a liar and a fool to get out alive. Tom And how did you carry your potatoes home from the market? Teag. Arra dear ſhoy. I carried the horſe and them both, beſides a rig leaf and two bottles of wine': for I put i e old horſe on my back and drove the potatoes before me: and when I tied the loal to the boat I had soulin ado but to carry the bottles in niylhand, but bad luck to the way as I éine bone, for a mail out of the he 1 of mifero fpurga lead in my brog, which pricked the very bone, ben fed the skin and made my veig brog itfell to biuod; and I having schemer by me but a hatchet let at bome; l'hed to tert down the rail with the bottom of the bottle'; and by the hook, dear' (liny, is broke to fieter; And tcattered the wine in my mouth. Torah