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HON. HARRY BOURKE. 



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mare she just took the whole in her stride, iincl went on in 

 her gallop, just shaking a fly from her ear." " And what 

 happened to the next man ? " said Bourke. No answer 

 for a minute or two, and then a twinkle in the eye : 

 " They tell me, Captain, he's not expected to recover ! " 



Another day, he was driving on a car in Duhlin, and 

 the horse ran away down Union Street. He sat perfectly 

 quiet for some time, but as the driver did not seem to be 

 able to pull him uj), he put his hand on the reins to help 

 him. " For the love of all the Saints, Captain, don't touch 

 them ; 



THE\ KK AS KOTTEN AS PEARS. 



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