Doran [dazed].  Hwat sort of a fella is he at all at all?

Father Dempsey.  He’s a clever lad:  there’s the making of a man in him yet.

Matthew [in consternation].  D’ye mane to say dhat yll put him into parliament to bring back Nick Lesthrange on me, and to put tithes on me, and to rob me for the like o Patsy Farrll, because he’s Corny Doyle’s only son?

Doran [brutally].  Arra hould your whisht:  who’s goin to send him into parliament?  Maybe you’d like us to send you dhere to thrate them to a little o your anxiety about dhat dirty little podato patch o yours.

Matthew [plaintively].  Am I to be towld dhis afther all me sufferins?

Doran.  Och, I’m tired o your sufferins.  We’ve been hearin nothin else ever since we was childher but sufferins.  Haven it wasn’t yours it was somebody else’s; and haven it was nobody else’s it was ould Irelan’s.  How the divil are we to live on wan anodher’s sufferins?

Father Dempsey.  That’s a thrue word, Barney Doarn; only your tongue’s a little too familiar wi dhe devil. [To Mat] If you’d think a little more o the sufferins of the blessed saints, Mat, an a little less o your own, you’d find the way shorter from your farm to heaven. [Mat is about to reply] Dhere now!  Dhat’s enough! we know you mean well; an I’m not angry with you.

Broadbent.  Surely, Mr Haffigan, you can see the simple explanation of all this.  My friend Larry Doyle is a most brilliant speaker; but he’s a Tory:  an ingrained oldfashioned Tory.

Cornelius.  N how d’ye make dhat out, if I might ask you, Mr Broadbent?

Broadbent [collecting himself for a political deliverance].  Well, you know, Mr Doyle, there’s a strong dash of Toryism in the Irish character.  Larry himself says that the great Duke of Wellington was the most typical Irishman that ever lived.  Of course that’s an absurd paradox; but still there’s a great deal of truth in it.  Now I am a Liberal.  You know the great principles of the Liberal party.  Peace—­

Father Dempsey [piously].  Hear! hear!

Broadbent [encouraged].  Thank you.  Retrenchment—­[he waits for further applause].

Matthew [timidly].  What might rethrenchment mane now?

Broadbent.  It means an immense reduction in the burden of the rates and taxes.

Matthew [respectfully approving].  Dhats right.  Dhats right, sir.

Broadbent [perfunctorily].  And, of course, Reform.

Cornelius }
father Dempsey} [conventionally].  Of course. 
Doran }

Matthew [still suspicious].  Hwat does Reform mane, sir?  Does it mane altherin annythin dhats as it is now?

Broadbent [impressively].  It means, Mr Haffigan, maintaining those reforms which have already been conferred on humanity by the Liberal Party, and trusting for future developments to the free activity of a free people on the basis of those reforms.