The Sun.
London, England, 1840-02-05 00:00:00

KILRUSH PETTY SESSIONS•

" She'd never be the one to say—' In-iced you look de-
icate : you ought to get a bowl o' broth."' ,
Mr. Gallagher (the ventriloquist)—" I Richard."
PLAYING AT BOWLS,—The harsh call, thrice-renewed,
,t the Dogberry of the Court, for " Peggy Dryna❑
vas at length responded to by that damsel, who, after in-
forming the Bench that she got her living "be her
andlodged with Mrs. Mulgueeny, stated that the
last-mentioned lady was the individual of whom she had
to complain. Mrs. Mulgueeny, large and sturdy in her
proportions, looked a ship of war near the tender Drynan,
who inflicted on her auditors a long, rambling, and un-
connected account of squabblings, scolding-matches,
rippins' up of old sores," occurring between herself
and landlady, while that matron " marked time" by
sundry cabalistical motions of the hands, and upturnings
of the eyeballs, said motions and upturnings intended,
no doubt, to cast discredit on the testimony of Miss
Peggy Drynan.
" Well, well," said his Worship, his patience rather
on the wane, " how did those bickerings originate ?"
The tire-woman poised herself on each foot alter-
nately, looked at Mrs. Mulgueeny and the Magis-
trate in turn, then played with the fantastic edge
of her muslin collar, and replied, " a bowl o' broth,
Sir."—( Laughter.) "0, blug-a-bounds ?" exclaimed
Mrs. M,, with indignant vehemence, and striking
the ledge of the seat before her, " 0, blug-abounds !
see what she dhraws down before the congrega-
tion ! 0, my ! 'tis throe for me, see what she ex-
poses in regard ov the little delicacies we indulged her
in ; arra, Peg Drynan, you're the bad breed, indeed
you are, sample herrin' an' whole barrel."—(Laughter.)
Mrs. Mulgueeny was requested to be less declama-
tory, and her accuser to state particulars.
Peggy—Afther a small taste of a difference between
us, I gone into a nibor's, your reverence, that had an
ailin husband ; an' well an' good, or she had, she was
making a little nourishment for him. " God bless all
here !" says I, " goin' in o' me." " An' you too,
Peggy," says Mrs. Meany. " How's himself wid you
to-day, ma'am," says I. " Ethen only middlin," says
Mrs. Meany, them wor the very words. " Squally
weather, ma'am," says I. " 'Tis nothin' else, indeed,"
says she, " an' you'll take a bowl o' this," says Mrs.
Meany, " indeed you will, Peg Drynan," so she
handed it to me at the word, and l carried it across to
Mrs. Mulgueeny."
" Oh, then, choke you wid it, for coloured wather,
but we earned it well, yourself an' itself," muttered
Mrs. M.

Miss Drynan, in continuation—When I kem in,
gentlemen, this woman was coolin' another bowl o'
broth for herself, an' she got as pleased as Punch,
the meraint she seen my vessel. " Arra Peggy," says
she, " let bygones be bygones, an' let uz mix the two
soups."—(Laughter.) " Never say id twice," says I ;
tho' mine was substantial an' well seasoned wid a fine
top on id, an' hers was only, on me oath, washy good
ter nothin' porridge.
Mrs. Mulgueeny now thrust herself into the front of
the battle, and vehemently protested that there was as
good substance and nourishment in the victualling de-
partment of her house, as in that of all the Meanys
and their betters iu Munster.
Magistrate—Did this woman assalt you, Drynan?
Peggy—When I salted the soup, Sir, afther mixin,
she tuk a big dhrink ov id, an' hey' the bowl an' the rest
in me face. All I want 'now is me box an' a few little
things ; for indeed 1 couldn't stop in the house wid such
tunderin' woman.—(A laugh.)
The Bench directed Mrs. Mulguecny to pay the

costs, and restore Miss D. her goods and chattels.
" Oh, ov coorse, I suppose we must," grunted the
" tunderin" woman." " Well, well, 'tis a whimsical
world, so it is, an' indeed there's dhrole justice in id, to
wake the truth, Miss Drynan," she continued (curtsey-
ing with mock ceremony) " may be you'd come for your
box, an' your little things ; here, come, march on before
me, though, indeed, we never see sich a figure on paper
or parchment before."—Exeuent onznes.

IMPERIAL PARLIAMENT.

HOUSE OF LORDS, FEB. 4.

The LORD CHANCELLOR took his seat on the Woolsack
at Fire o'Clock.

Merquis of WESTMINSTER presented a peti-
tion, praying for the repeal of the Corn-laws.
The Bishop of BRISTOL presented petitions from
certain parishes in Bristol and other places, in fAvour of
Church Extension.