n' your
cabin about your ears ye'll have them--and what will hersilf say to
that?' sez he; 'sure, 'twill be the best vintilated cabin in Ireland, so
it will.'

"'Is ut the GERMAN EMPEROR ye would have sittin' shmokin' his pipe in
your cabin and fryin' sausages in your best pan, without so much as by
your lave, and you waitin' on him, Mrs. Murphy?'

"'Sure, ye know it is not, Docthor dear,' sez she.

"'Drivin up and down the street in your side-car he'd be, Patsy Burrke,
him and his ginerals, till your horse dropped dead on him, and divil a
bit he'd care.

"'I'm lookin' at you there, Larry,' sez the Docthor. ''Tis waitin' for
Molly to say the wurrd ye are, Larry, me boy: but sure 'tis yourself
that'll say the wurrd now. Och, 'tis fallin' over herself Molly will be
to see ye in your rigimintals.

"'Ballymurky, is ut? Arrah ye'll not know Ballymurky afther the KAISER
has done with it. Isn't it changing the name of the dear ould place that
he'll be afther?

"'First-class he'd be thravellin', no less, with the boots of him on the
sate, and him without a ticket; and 'tis Rothenberg would be the name on
the station, bad cess to him!

"'Rothenberg! d'ye hear that, Casey? And you a railway porther. Isn't
KITCHENER an Irishman, good luck to him, and isn't he lookin' for ye all
to go? Isn't the TSAR of Russia himself goin' to Berlin, and won't he be
lookin' for ye there, Micky? What'll he think if ye are not there to
meet him? "So Micky didn't come," he'll say; "what's come over him?"
he'll say. "Sure he's not the boy I thought he was," he'll say. Just
that. And you there, Micky, ye divil, all the time. Ye'd have the laugh
on him thin, Micky, so ye would.

"'"Begorra!" he'll say, looking round, "sure the whole of Ballymurky's
here." And why not? Bedad 'tis not the first time that Ballymurky's been
on the spree.

"'The KAISER is ut, boys,' sez the Docthor. 'Arrah have done with ye,'
sez he. 'Sure there won't be anny KAISER worth mintioning afther
Ballymurky's finished wid him...."

"Be this and be that I'm thinkin' the same too," said Old Martin
Cassidy, as he relighted his pipe.

* * * * *

THE LIMIT OF IGNORANCE.

(_Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT in one of his recent works speaks of having met a
Town Clerk who had never heard of H. G. WELLS._)

As in a Midland city park
Great BENNETT latterly was walking,
He came across a live Town Clerk,
Who, as they stopped and fell a-talking,