In an Irish provincial paper is the following notice:—Whereas Patrick O’Connor lately left his lodgings, this is to give notice that if he does not return immediately and pay for the same, he will be advertised. “Has your sister got a son or a daughter?” asked an Irishman of a friend. “Upon my life,” was the reply, “I don’t know yet whether I’m an _uncle_ or _aunt_.” “I was going,” said an Irishman, “over Westminster Bridge the other day, and I met Pat Hewins. ‘Hewins,’ says I, ‘how are you?’ ‘Pretty well,’ says he, ‘thank you, Donnelly.’ ‘Donnelly!’ says I: ‘that’s not _my_ name.’ ‘Faith, no more is mine Hewins,’ says he. So we looked at each other again, and sure it turned out to be nayther of us; and where’s the bull of _that_, now?” “India, my boy,” said an Irish officer to a friend on his arrival at Calcutta, “is the finest climate under the sun; but a lot of young fellows come out here and they drink and they eat, and they drink and they die: and then they write home to their parents a pack of lies, and say it’s the climate that has killed them.” In the perusal of a very solid book on the progress of the ecclesiastical differences of Ireland, written by a native of that country, after a good deal of tedious and vexatious matter, the reader’s complacency is restored by an artless statement how an eminent person “abandoned the errors of the church of Rome, and adopted those of the church of England.” Here is an American Hibernicism, which is entitled to full recognition:—Among the things that Wells & Fargo’s Express is not responsible for as carriers is one couched in the following language in their regulations: “Not for any loss or damage by fire, _the acts of God_, or of Indians, _or any other public enemies of the government_.” George Selwyn once declared in company that a lady could not write a letter without adding a _postscript_. A lady present replied, “The next letter that you receive from _me_, Mr. Selwyn, will prove that you are wrong.” Accordingly he received one from her the next day, in which, after her signature was the following:— “P. S. Who is right, now, you or I?” The two subjoined parliamentary utterances are worthy to have emanated from Sir Boyle Roche:— “Mr. Speaker, I boldly answer in the affirmative—No.” “Mr. Speaker, if I have any prejudice against the honorable member, it is in his favor.” A PAIR OF BULLS. When my lord he came wooing to Miss Ann Thrope, He was then a “Childe” from school; He paid his addresses in a trope, And called her his sweet bul-bul: But she knew not, in the modern scale, That _a couple of bulls_ was a _nightingale_. Blunders. SLIPS OF THE PRESS.