Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-12-19
MISCELLANY.
THE CARD N
From Tides Of the Munster Festivals.

oPPoSNiou. H"soS suc ut'o gus VIM
occupied the row OF round stones placed
along the wall opposite to the boys, was
IA little flaxen haired coquct;e named
Penelope McLoughlen, whose blue eyes
and cherry lips had made sac work in
the hearts OF the young dabblers in ETY.
moIogy. Their affection, however, was
manifested IN u very different manner.
While Duke fought for her, carried her
over streams aud bitches, and treated
her to an occasional 'hayporth Of sugar
candy--Pryce mended her (eque," lolded
her thumb paper, and laugh: her the
analogy between c and half a griddle,
IL and a haggard-gete; so that, like the
wavering mistress of the Two Noble
Kinsmen, her affections were divided
between the manly ~frankness, courage,
and genera, lily Of tho former, and the
silent attentions and profound learning Of
the later lover. As they approached
the years Of manhood. (he is a long lived
Irishman that reaches those of discre-
Ii n3 the relation Of the parties towards
each other continued almost the same;
but that Of the lady TO them was altered.
Her heart, according as its capability of
discriminating aud approaching the
worth Of character became more acute,
| incIincd towards the side Of the frank
and hearty Duke. He was, TO use a
homeIy but forcible metaphor which is
popular in her country. that kind Of man,
that the wrong side of him was turned
out every day; while Ter womanly
.trauvIn.,. snIl bar tt.f .ha lal No unt
seen mere than the sunny half of his RI
val. She ventured, with the due proper
ton Of maiden reluctance and timidity,
TO confess this preference to the enrap-
tured Duke, and with true filial spirit had
her partiality ripened into passion lasting
and inmovable, when her lover proposed
for her, and was s~:orniulIy rejected by
her father. Duke went to sea; and Kin
chela, alter beating about the point with
the cautions his rivals experience had
taught him to use, tried his luck with no
better success.
"Alier some time, Duke returns with
a Trafalgar medal, and prize money 20
boot; on his way home he hears an old
woman tell her fortune to his fair and
faithful mistress; and though disdainful
of the Card Drawers powers at first, is
himself won over as follows:
"'And what must | pay you for your
nonsense, old lady" May l never die
in sin, if I'D ask anythen more genteel
and off-hand than that dollar that's dang
len be the ribbin to the breast o. YOU
coat 'DolIar!' Dorgan exclaimed, with
another loud laugh. you exorbitant bag!
would you have M sell you my l%aurels;
This is my Trafalgar medaI.'T And he
gazed on it with an eve in which fond
ness and pride were mingled. The card
drawer drew back respectfully, and cur
,isied to the very ground. IF you were
one of Nelson's Sailors said she, - that
great lord, that all the world is in mourn
ing for; this way, III take nothen from
you.-Here, draw your fate, an well
come.'' Il WILL replied Dorgan-'b but
not gratis, my good woman. Here,' put.
ting a half crown into her hand, and as
suming a more cordial manner (which |
request my reader will not attribute to
the lattering humility Of the card draw
er's demeanour)-' put up this-and let
me draw my fate, as you cali it, The
heavens bless your honour! Face the
east Sir, well, what have you drawn
"A scoundre.ly handy legged knave O.
clubs | am sorry for you, young man.
said The card drawer, in a tone Of deep
concern. DRAW again, sir, and hope
for better luck. Well, what card IS that?'
The same squint eyed knave, as Pm
alive. Is there ill-luck in the fellows
phizp you must draw three cards be-
fore | can answ any questions. Here!
there is but one other chance between
you and a very i'll forten. Well, is there
any better luck now" Dorgan drew a
third time, and started back as if he had
seen a ghost. Il insist said he, vehe-
mently, { on seeing the pack-.here are
none but knaves o. clubs in your hands,
20, shame an sorrow, asthora ma
chree, why should you say sech a thing
as thatf-See, yourself. Isn't that a
fair an honest pack o. cards? 'Tisn't
to draw the knave O. clubs agin you done,
is ii? 6 Ill be hanged i'll haven't though,
said Duke, troubled and fretied in spite
Of himself at the singular coincidence
which he perhaps too readily believed to
be uucontriyed ON The part of the old
woman. you'll be hanged if you HAVE,
you ought TO say she replied, assuming
a solemn earncstness oftone and look.
viii be hanged them said the sailor
for there is the CARD sWhoever you
sre,' the card drawer replied, after shak-
ing her head and looking stedfastly at
him for a few moments. you are a free