Imleabhar: CBÉ 0407 (Cuid 2)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Holy Souls Take Some Exercise (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   was left standing in the cold outside the gates of Heaven without a rag to cover his bones on account of his clothes. 'They'll never let me in', says he 'until you give me my new grey suit and my Sunday boots to poor Mick so and so (mentioning his own name). And she did. She sent for him next day and gave him all boots and coats and shirts. Wasn't she the óinseach. Begod it put a great stir in it. She fell to the beads and was rushing to the chapel night and morning (1) until she discovered my buck-oh!"

   Goats ' Butter

   Did you ever eat Goats' butter. I did often. Old Molly Neill, down in Ayle, where I have the little outfarm, used to keep a flock of goats and she was never without butter. She used to churn it in a gallon with a big spoon. It was as white as "the driven snow' and as sweet as honey"
   Mat Flood BAROMETER (Home-made)
   You were talking about the weather the other night I'll tell you how to make a first-class barometer better than one of these you'd pay a fist of money for Get a large glass sweet - jar - same as you have above for

   (1) Notice order: night and morning.

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