out loud and clear an opinion pilfered verbatim from his master. They seldom spoke their own thoughts in their own way; they sent forth as their own whatever they could remember from the talk of their masters and other gentlemen. There was one man who seemed to be the servant of some noted scholar, and when he spoke the others were dumfounded into quiet.
"The loriot," said he with a learned frown, "is a bird. If it is looked upon by one who has the yellow jaundice, the bird straightway dies, but the sick person becomes well instantly. 'T is said that lovage is used, but I would be luctuous to hear of anybody using this lothir weed, for 't is no pentepharmacon, but a mere simple and not worth a caspatory."
This utterance fairly made their eyes bulge, and they sat in stunned silence. But I must say that there was one man who did not fear.
"Sir," said Paddy respectfully, but still with his own dignity, "I would be hearing more of this bird, and we all would be feeling honoured for a short description."
"In color he is ningid," said the learned valet.
"Bedad!" cried Paddy. "That 's strange!"
"'T is a question full of tenebrosity," remarked the other leaning back in his chair. "We poor scholars grow madarosis reflecting upon it. However, I may tell you that the bird is simous; yblent in the sunlight, but withal strenuous-eyed; its blood inclined to intumescence. However, I must be breviloquent, for I require an enneadecaterides to enumerate the true qualities of the loriot."
"By gor!" said Paddy, "I 'll know that bird if I see him ten years from now. Thank you kindly, sir.
