...hat everything is black and gloomy in very truth. "Pat," said a gentleman sleeping at an inn to his Irish servant, "Pat, open the door and see what sort of night it is." "Please your honor," answered Pat , opening the door of a press and popping his nose upon a huge cheese, "Please your honor, it's dark and smells like cheese." The discontent, the murmurs, the gloomy views of this class of malco...