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" It was a young trick of ours," said the 

 Parson, "to start on an expedition so scan- 

 tily provided. Mother Johnstone so spoils 

 us for everything, that I really did expect a 

 breakfast here. Bother the eggs ! they are 

 raw — hardly warmed through/' 



The Captain rose, and, throwing the win- 

 dow up, put his head out. " Johnny, my 

 man, go and steal us a saucepan or pot, or 

 something with hot water in it. Faith ! if 

 we do not boil the eggs ourselves, we may 

 as well make up our minds to eat them raw. 

 You never do find in any inn in Ireland 

 that attention, and I may almost call it 

 welcome, that you meet with so generally 

 at the smaller inns in England." 



"And for this very simple reason," said 

 the Parson, "that you never meet with the 

 landlord to give it you. In England a man 

 is not above minding his own business, and 

 everything is comfortable — in Ireland he 

 delegates it to the waiter, and everything is 

 wretched ; in England you receive a welcome, 

 because the landlord really is glad to see 

 you — in Ireland you receive no welcome, 

 because the waiter does not care three far- 

 things whether you go or stay. Your Irish 



