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Rh 4.

Thig ail fhren a mach le tutaist—or,

Truth will come out with misfortune.

5.

Thig math a mulad.

Good comes out of sadness.

6.

"Après moi le deluge." In Gaelic,

Nuair Chios mise thall, gearr an drochaid.

Break the bridge when I have got over it.

7.

Yesterday, a woman said to me of a poor girl dying slowly of consumption, —"Oh, poor lassie, I am thinking she is just passing her time."

8.

An indifferent matter is like the Sunday-plucked herb; it does neither good nor harm: or, "Mar lus au' donaich gun auhath na dolaihd aun."

9.

Green are the hillocks that are far distant.

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Say this to any one leaving on Saturday.

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"Math air seaun duine, math air fall duine, is math air beanaibh beagh, tri mathau cailte."—Namely,

Good done to an old man, a bad man, and a little infant, are three goods cast away.