MISTHER PUNCH, SORR,--Frinchmen are that consaited they think no
one can invint anything but thimselves. It's as well known as the
story of Mulligan's leather breeches that the first Earl of MAYO
inwinted Mayernase sauce (ah! bother the spellin' now), and called
it after himself and his eldest son, Lord NAAS; faix, there ye have
it, Mayonaas; and isn't it called Paddy Bourke's butther to this
day all over County Kildare; and many a bite of could salmon have I
ate wid that same; and don't believe, Sorr, thim that tell you it's
onwholesome, for, if you'll get the laste sup of the crathur wid it,
it's just as harmless as new milk from the cow; and shure it's meself
that ought to know, bein' cook to a lady that has the best blood of
ould Ireland in her body; and her husband--God help him, poor man!--is
an Englishman; but we can't be all perfect, and whin I make thim sauces
to his taste he just sends me out a glass of wine, wid his compliments,
and wid mine to your honour,