IRISH HUMOUR.

Patea Mail, Volume IX, Issue 1113, 16 November 1883, Page 2

IRISH HUMOUR.

“ I engaged,” said a burly lawyer, V a chaise at Galway to conduct me some few miles into the country, and had proceeded somedistance, when it came to a sudden standstill at the beginning of a rather steep incline, an 1 (lie coachman, leaping to the ground, came to,the door and opened if. * Wbnt arc yon at, man ? This is not where I ordered you to stop. Has the animal jibbed ?’— Whist, yor honor, whist !’ said Paddy in an undertone. * I’m only desaving, the sly baste. I’ll just bang the door; and the crafty onld cratnr will think lie’s intirely got rid of ycr honor’s splindid form, and he’ll bo at the top of the hill in no time.”

On the edge of a small river in the county of Cavan, in Ireland, (here is—or used to be—a stone with the following inscription cut upon it, no doubt intended for the information of strangers travelling that way : “ N.B.—When this stone is out of sight, it is not safe to ford the river.” Even the above is almost if not quite surpassed by the famous post erected a few years since by the surveyors of the Kent roads, in England: “This is the bridle path to Faversham. If you can’t read this you had better keep to the main road/’ We are also reminded of a debate which took place in the Irish House of Commons in 1795, on the leather tax, in which the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Sir John Plunkett, observed with great emphasis, “ That in the prosecution of the present war, every man ought to. give his last guinea to protect the remainder.” Mr Yandnleur added; “ However that might be, the tax on leather would be severely felt by the bare-footed peasantry of Ireland. To which Sir B. Roche replied that “ this could be easily remedied by making the underleathers of wood.”— Chambers,