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The typical Irishman, in whom Lever delighted, with his knee-breeches and long-tailed coat, his pig under one arm and his shillalah under the other, is literally nowhere! The caubeen and the dhudheen which we are always hearing about may indeed be seen, but they are very usual objects in all lands, if one just alters the names, and scarcely create astonishment in the eyes of the on-looker. "I have heard of it. A third son would be poor, of course, and—and worldly people would not think so much of him as of others. Is that so?" The simple query confounds him more than might a more elaborate one put by a clever worldling. Why indeed?.
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