The Sun.
London, England, 1839-12-03 00:00:00

EVENING ED ITI ON.

left me on her dyin bed, afther the soggarth had aninted
her, fist an hour afore she slipped off the books. The
curse o' the crows upon yez, Taydy to thrubble the
Coort to-day as ye do.
Commissioner—Let us hear in what way he acted thus
cruelly to you ?
Jur—Och hone ma vrone! yer honer, it's myself that
wili—Taydy's bin cosherin me out of me half goolden
ginney as I've took out of the kisthe ivery night and
spit upon for look and grace ivery blessed nfornin'
since the thrubbles in '9B. Taydy know'd, yer boner's
wurtchip, that I'd a grad'el (great deal) ov look wid the
little bit ov goold, God bless it ; and up comes Taydy
to me and siz to me siz he, " Jur !" " Taydy !" siz I ;
and siz he " I am afther axing yez for the loan of the
half ginney." " Faix (siz I) and what is it yer axiii it
for ?" "Be gonnies! (siz he) ould Darby Davron's
slipped off, good an' all, as I've bin tould to-day ; and
(siz Taydy) I'm after dhraimin' the ould sowl's laving
me the little bit o' con-acre in Macroona ; and (siz he)
lind me the loan o' yer goold half ginney to put undher
the boulstior undher me head, and who knows, Jur,
agrah ! but have the bit o' con-acre ?" " Faix (says
I), Taydy, and may be you may, nobody knows the look
he's born to, and it's the natest and purtiest bit o' con-
acre in the county, an' that's sayin' a great word.
" Thrue for ye, Jur," siz he ; and I goes into Morya
(Mary), an' siz I, " Morya, Taydy M'Guechen wants
the loan ov the half ginney to sleep upon it." "An it's
a long sleep he'll take afore he wakes wid it, Jur," siz
she. An' it was thrue for, her yer honer. Morya hands
me the bit ov goold, yer wurtchip, and I up an' I gives
it to Taydy, and siz I, " Now, Taydy (siz I), be singe
and don't forgit to put yer fastin' spit upon it, afore ye,
claps the dhudeen in yer jaw." "Na be bagger latlf,,
siz Tady, and he rouls it up more betoken in a bit o
paper, and foulds it in his cawbeen ; and, monnin
dhioul (said Jur, turning round to Taydy), I havn't seen
the colour ov a crass ov id since.
Commissioner—Well, Mr. M`Gucchen, what did you
do with the half guinea?
Taydy—hale ginney ! a chuisla! tare an' ages---151
in airnest yer honer is
Commissioner—Aeswer me, Sir, do you owe the
money ?
Taydy—What money, me Lord ? I never bad any
any money to owe.
Jur— Bad look to the likes o' ye, ye scrub! Didn't
bit o'
Darby Davron lave ye the con-acre owin' to the
goold ?
Taydy—l'll take my Bible oath I niver laid me two
looking eyes on it,
Commissioner (to Jur)—Have you any witness to
your lending him the half-guinea?
Jur—Be dad, that I have, yer honer—here's me wit-
ness, God bless it (said he handing up to the table, rather
roughly, a sinister-looking Milesian Hecate, who could
have " gone on" as one of Macbeth's witches without
preparation).
Mr. M'Gillicuddy's witness was duly sworn.
" Well," said the Commissioner, " what are you ?
" I'm a woman, sure."
" So I suppose," said the Commissioner, smiling ;" bUt
who are you ?"
" Och, I'm a labourer's wife." lice
Taydy—Me Lord, me Lord, wouldn't she sware,
iron
her husband Jur M'Gillicuddy, a hole through an

pot ?
" Husband !" said the Commissioner, addressing the
plaintiff, " is this witness your wife ?"
Jur—Faix an' I'll tell ye nothin' but the bare naked
thruth, and she is."
Commissioner—Then lam afraid, Mr. M‘Gillieuddy,
we cannot take her evidence.
Here Mrs. M'Gillicuddy indulged in an Irish whoop
on
at Taydy M'Gruechen, and declared she'd goer kiss
down
her bare knees if the Commissioner would let h
the cross and give evidence about the half-guinea'
Jur was himself then sworn ; and, after a cl exami-
ose
nation by the Commissioner, Taydy was ordered to pay
the debt and costs.
" What'll I do if I can't pay ?" said Taydy.
Why, go to prison," answered the Commissioner.
" How long, yer honer ?"
" Thirteendays."
" Here goes, then, yer honer !—the top o' the mor-
nin' to ye."