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When the glasses were filled , the deceased 's brother raised his in his hand , and said , -- `` Well , gintlemen , '' addressing us , `` I hope you 'll pardon me for not dhrinking your healths first ; but people , you know , ca n't break through an ould custom , at any rate -- so I give poor Denis 's health that 's in his warm grave , and God be merciful to his sowl . '' The priest now winked at me to give them their own way ; so we filled our glasses , and joined the rest in drinking `` Poor Denis 's health , that 's now in his warm grave , and God be merciful to his soul . '' When this was finished , they then drank ours , and thanked us for our kindness in attending the funeral . It was now past five o'clock ; and we left them just setting into a hard bout of drinking , and rode down to his Reverence 's residence . `` I saw you smile , '' said he , on our way , `` at the blundering toast of Mat Kelly ; but it would be labor in vain to attempt setting them right . What do they know about the distinctions of more refined life ? Besides , I maintain , that what they said was as well calculated to express their affection , as if they had drunk honest Denis 's memory .