THE conduct of many publicans deserves, at this time, the highest degree of reprobation. They absolutely impose Irish porter upon all of their customers, under the name of English Beer, and yet charge fourpence a pot.

This is a cheat of the worst kind, and is equally an injury to the brewer, and the consumer. Indeed the revenue, which arose from the brewery and distillery of this kingdom, is by some fatal misconduct ruined, and liquors vended, which are of the most pernicious qualities. These are circumstances which require the serious investigation of Parliament.

IN THE same edition a lady of quality took out this advertisement to reject the unwanted attentions of a love-lorn Dublin man:

A certain Linen-draper of Back-lane, remarkable for his ignorance, affectation and dress, is desired to desist from his ridiculous amorous addresses to a certain married Lady. If he shall again presume to visit her apartments, she will not only expose him to the resentment of a husband, but will announce to the public his name, with a detail of his impudent and unparalleled effrontery, so much to be detested and abhorred by mankind.

The Dublin Sunday Observer 27 May 1832

RATHER a laughable event was disclosed at this office on Wednesday, furnishing another proof that experience teaches most men not until they have personally felt the fruits of individual indiscretion. The singular part of this case is that the sufferer is not a Christian but a Jew, a veritable Jew. Now this descendant of Father Abraham, Mr Louis Nathaniel, like all the tribe having a sneaking kindness for the sex, was induced to make love to Miss Elizabeth Pepper, from Dame Street, on Monday night. They laughed and quaffed and drank old sherry, they talked about all sorts of politics, until the drowsy god asserting his influence over Jew and Gentile, laid the gentleman prostrate and snoring. The watchful Pepper no sooner noted this than she arose and sacked every thing she could lay her hands on, a handsome repeating watch, a diamond ring which she coaxed from the Levite's forefinger, next vanished a musical snuffbox, then a chased ring. The lady could not find her own clothes, and put on the Jew's pantaloons, investing her shoulders with short vest, coat and cloth; she mounted the new hat, adopted a pound note found in the vest pocket, and placing a neat silk umbrella under her arm, left her friend to sleep on, and dream of Paradise Regained. She was found by the watchman marching not very steadily down Wood Street.

Irish Times 26 May 1930

FOR the first time since his incarceration, Mr Ghandi was today allowed to see his wife, who was accompanied by Miss Miraben, formerly Miss Madeline Slade, the daughter of Admiral Slade, a convert to his cause.

The interview took place in the office of Yerrowda Jail, in the presence of an official, where the Mahatma had been brought from his cell and was seated on a chair. Mrs Ghandi asked her husband whether there was any truth in the story that he had vanished from his cell for a few hours one day and had visited his ashram in his private abode at Ahmedabad. Her husband laughed aloud at the query.