218 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



well knows there isn't the differ of a cow betune 

 any two women in Ireland." 



Another old fellow had been married three 

 times, and Wainwright Crowe chanced to be there 

 at the time of the third wife's funeral. 



They had all had fortunes. 



"You must be a rich man now," he said, "with 

 all your wives and their money." 



The old fellow scratched his head and thought 

 it out — "Well I 'dunno, yer honour," he said 

 after a pause. " Betune the bringin' them in an' 

 the puttin' them out, there isn't much to be made 

 on thim." 



I remember a pretty housemaid at home who 

 engaged herself to a stable boy, and then went off 

 leaving a careless note to the effect he would never 

 see her again. 



I came into the kitchen to find Bridget the cook 

 raving with rage over Patsy's wrongs. 



" That poor innocent bye," she said. " An' he 

 to buy her a little thraither of a watch no bigger 

 than the top of me thumb, an' to pay thirty 

 shillin' for a muff for her neck." 



" Where is he, the craythur ? Bite no sup he 

 won't take but he is outside in the scullery tearin* 

 up Mary's aprons." 



What consolation Patsy derived from this I 

 cannot say, but there he was, rending aprons 

 with the raw sound of parting linen and weeping 

 bitterly. 



