THE HAMILTON ASSOCIATION. 5d 
meself, never let on to any one that you don’t know anything, 
but make them believe you know all about it. So, I says to 
him, takin’ up my shillalah, this way (holding a very crooked 
stick perpendicular). ‘We'll take that for the straight line of 
the earth’s equator.” ‘“‘How’s that for geography” (to the 
audience). Ah, that was straight till the other day I bent it 
iia ancnimentye aumNvenyacood,« says he, a5 Well, says .E, 
“now the sun rises in the east” (placing his disengaged hand 
at the east end of the stick). Well, he couldn’t deny that. 
“ And when he gets up he 
Darts his rosy beams 
Through the morning gleams. 
Do you moind the poetry there? (to the audience with a smile). 
And he keeps on risin’ till he reaches his meriden. ‘ What’s 
that?’ says he. “His dinner time,’ says 1. Sure that’s me 
latin for dinner toime. And when he gets his dinner 
He sinks to rest 
Behind the glorious hills of the west. 
Oh, begorra, there’s more poetry. I feel it creepin’ out all 
over me. ‘“ There,” says I, well satisfied with meself, ‘“ Will 
that do for ye?” ‘“ You haven’t got done with him yet,” says 
he. “Done with him,” savs I, kinder mad like, ‘‘ what more 
do you want me to do with him. Didn’t I bring him from the 
east to the west? What more do you want?” “Oh,” says 
he, “ you'll have to bring him back again to the east to rise next 
mornin’.” By St. Patrick, but wasn’t I near betrayin’ my ig- 
norance. Sure I thought there was a large family of suns, and 
they rise one after the other. But gatherin’ meself quick, and 
says Ito him, “ Well,” says I, “I am surprised you axed me 
that simple question. I thought any man ’ud know,” says I, 
“when the sun sinks to rest in the west—when the sun,” says I 
—‘“ You said that before,” says he. “ Well, I want to press it 
stronger upon you,” says I, “ when the sun sinks to rest in the 
east, no, the west, why, he waits till it grows dark and then 
goes back in the noight time.” 
After our worthy president had smiled all over his good na- 
