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up for hours yet. Ten minutes later Paddy was there 

 again, to tell him it was "ten minutes past seven, sor." 

 This time the gentleman was rude ; but it was evident 

 Paddy did not go where the gentleman told him, as he was 

 back again at twenty minutes past to communicate the 

 information. At this the gentleman sat up in bed, and 

 made a speech to the effect that he had not suggested to- 

 anybody that he was fond of being knocked up at intervals 

 of ten minutes ; that he had no wish to get up ; that he 

 would not get up, and if Paddy came again to knock him 

 up, he would most certainly knock him down. At half-past 

 seven Boots walked straight into the room, whisked the 

 clothes off the sleeper, who instantly arose in his might and 

 demanded to know the meaning of this outrage. " Whist, 

 your honour," says Pat, " be aisy ; haven't I called yez four 

 times ? Shure, the company is waiting for breakfast in the 

 coffee room, and we can't give it to 'em becase your honour 

 is sleeping on the best tablecloth." 



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Sometime ago a party of anglers in Ribblesdale were 

 surprised by an active policeman who found them indulging 

 in the reprehensible game of tossing for money in the 

 village inn. The policeman reported, and in due time the 

 culprits appeared before a magistrate. One of the male- 

 factors, a local luminary, assured his Worship they were not 

 tossing at all, they were only " having a fly." " And what 

 is that ? " said his Honour. Thereupon the culprit dived 

 both hands into all his pockets in search of a coin which was 

 not there, and being unsuccessful he said, " Would your 

 Worship lend me a shilling for a moment or two and I will 

 show you what a fly is." His Worship handed down a 

 shilling. " Now," said the angler, tossing the coin in the 

 usual fashion and catching it as it came down, " you to me, 

 your Worship. * Heads or tails ? ' Say ' tails,' your Honour, 



