The Daily Cincinnati Republican, And Commercial Register

IRISH Humor.—Reynolds tells us the following characteristic story of an Irishman endeavoring to get a seat in a box at Garrick's farewell benefit. Though a side box close to where we sat was completely filled, we beheld the door burst open and an Irish gentleman attempt to make entry, vi et armis. "Shut the door, box-keeper!" cried one of the party. "There's room by the powers," cried the Irishman, who persisted in advancing. On this a gentleman in the second row rose and exclaimed. "Turn out that blackguard!" "Och, and is that your mode, honey!" coolly retorted the Hibernian. "Come out, my dear, and give me satisfaction or I'll pull your nose, faith, you coward, and shallaly you through the lobby." This public insult left the tenant in possession, no alternative-so he rushed out to accept the challenge, when to the pit's general amusement, the Irishman jumped into his place, and having deliberately seated himself, he turned round and cried, "I'll talk to you after the play is over."