THE IRISH SQUARES PAGE.

BY SAMUEL LOVER.
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l IcueT IOT We, SaIu tue SquITSS one uayS tO our hero. Yes, yes.'

 You know where to go l'-' To the town, sir

 'Fut do you know where to go in the townT 'No, sir.'

 'And why don't you ask, you stupid thief" Sure, I'd 6nd out, sir.'

 Didn't often tell you to ask wha. you're to do when you don't know2'

 Wis, sir.'

 'And why don't you 2'-'I don't like to be troublesome, sir.' | 'Confound you!' said the squire though he could not help laughing at Andy's ex- cuse for remaining in ignorance.

 'Well,' continued hes go to the post office. You know the rost office, sup pose 2'-' Yis, sir, where they sell gunpow- I der.'

 'You're right for once, 'said the squire for his Majesty's postmaster was the per- son who had the privilege of dealing in the aforesaid combustible. Go then to the post office, and ask for a letter for me- Remember, not gunpowder but a letter.

 Wis, sir said Andy, who got astride of his hack, and tro,ted away to the post of fee. On arriving at the shop of the post master, (for that person carried on brisk trade in groceries, gimlets, broadclolh and linen drapery, Andy presented himself at the counter, and said, ! T want le.her, sir, if you plase.'

 'Who do you want i. for 2 said the post master in tone which Andy considered an aggression upon the sacredness of pri- vate life: so Andy thought the coolest contempt he could throw upon tho prying imper.inence of the postmaster, was to re- peat his question. T want lcther, sir, if you plase.' And who do you want it for 2 repeated the postmaster.

 'Whal's that to you,' said Andy. The postmaster laughed at his simplici- ", told him hc could not tell what letter to give him unless he told him the direction.

 'The direction ! got was to get lelher here, that's the directions 1 'Who gave you these directions 2 The masther.'

 'And who's your master 2'-'What con- sarn is that O your's2'

 Why you stupid rascal! if you don, tell me his name, how eau give you let ter 7'-' You could give it if you liked ]; but you're fond ofaxin' impident questions, bskase you think I'm simple.'

 Go along out O this. Your master must be as great goose as yourself to send such messenger Bad luck to your impudence 7 said Andy is it Squire l Egan you dar to say goose to"

 'Oh Squire Cgan is your master then 7 'Yis; have ycu any thing to say again it 2 1 'Only that never saw you beforc.'- . Faith, then, you'll never see ne again if | have my own consent

 T won't give you any letter for the Squire unless know you're his servant.- Is there any one in the town knows you?'

 Plenty said Andy it is not every one is as ignorant as you.' | Just at this moment a person entered the house to get letter, to whom Andy was known; and he vouched to tho postmaster that the account he gave of himself was true. You may give him the Squire's letter. Have you one for me Y Yes, sir said the posn'aster, producing one; : fourpcnce.'

 The new conner paid the fourpencc postage and left the shop wi,h his letter.

 Here's letter for the Squire,' said the postmaster. You've to pay me eleven. pence postage

 What 'od I pay eleven pence for 2 For postage

 ITO the devil wid you! Didn't I see you give Mr. Delaney letther for four pence this mint, and bigger letther than this; and now you want me to pay eleven pence for this scrap of thing. Do you think I'm fool 2

 No, but I'm suro of it, said tho post master. 'Weil, you're welkim to shink what you phase but don't be delaying me now here is fourpence for you, and gi' me the let,her.'

 Go along, you stupid ihief!' taking up the letter. and going to serve customer with a mOnsetrap. While this person and many others were served, Andy lounged up aud down the shop, every now and then putting his head in lhe middle of the customers, and saying, will you gi' me the lc.ther.' He waited for above half an hour, in dee 6ance of the anaihcmas of the postmaster, and at last left, when he found it impossi. ble io get tue common justice for his mas ter which he thought hs deserved as well as another man for under this impression, Andy determined to give no more than the lourpence.

 The Squire in the meantime was getting | impatient for his return, and when Andy made his appearance, asked if therO was letter for him. sThere is,' said Andy.

 Then give it to mel hav'nt it, sir

 'What do you meanr-'He wouldn't give 1t to me, sir

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