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upon, someone is dead certain to chime in with the 

 veteran grumble about farmers who educate their 

 children above their station by allowing their 

 daughters to learn to play the piano, and their 

 sons to acquire the rudiments of Latin : ' Give you 

 my word of honour, the farmers' daughters about 

 my uncle's place get their dresses made by my 

 aunt's dressmaker, and thump out old Wagner all 

 day long.' This horrible picture of rural depravity 

 will cause an animated discussion. When it is over 

 you can say, ' This is the very best Irish stew I've 

 ever tasted. I must get your cook to give me the 

 receipt.' 



'Ah, my boy,' says Chalmers, -' you'll find 

 there's nothing like a stew out shooting.' 



' Of course,' you say, ' nothing can beat it, if 

 you've got a nice room to eat it in, and aren't 

 pressed for time ; but, if you've got no end of 

 ground to cover, and not much time to do it in, I 

 can always manage to do myself on a scrap of any- 

 thing handy. Thanks, I don't mind if I do have a 

 chunk of cake and a whitewash of sherry.' 



Thus you have fetched a compass I fancy the 

 phrase is correct and have wiped out the memory 

 of your indiscretion. Of course the thing may 



