The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1828-01-03


yond it, a lad of the name Of Jerry Ryan,
fell in love with pretty girl as you wonid
wish to see, Mary Malcahy, whose father
had for thirty years kept the village school,
and was now dead. Why Jerry Ryan
fell in love with miss Mulcahy, cannot
undertake to say; but suppose it was for
the same reason that young man falls m
love with young woman all the world o.
yer. II was his luck and when it is a
mans luck to fall in love, he may as well
not make any hustle about it, for do It he
must. But as somebody says (and a clev'
er body he was--I venture TO say he was
gentleman of Gods own making)
sThe course oftrue love never did run smooth
And the rough spot in this love was, that
Mary Mulcany's mother was second cons-
in TO Jerry Ryan's aunt which, ~ degree
Of relationship that prevents matrImony IN
the Church of Rome. SO Jerry Ryan went
to lha priest about il and AS bad luck
would have it, he went to him ut time
when he happened to be cross, by reason
of dispute he had had that morning with
his niece. There never is worse tune to
ask a favor from any body than Just such
time and Jerry was accordingly refused.
GO. get you gone on, Of my house, ye
good Tor nothing fellow said DIR. Delany
(that was the priests name); get out oimy
house. and hope it will be long day be-
fore see you in it again. What, do you
want me to break the law Of God and the
canons of the church /? to fly in the face OF
the holy decretals, to violate the orders OF
sacred councils and marry you TO Mary
Mulcahy who is second cousin TO your born
aunt Jerry Ryan, Jerry Ryan, 1t is with
sorrow say il Of your mothers son, who
was decent woman, God rest her soul I,
YOU are not much better than hereto
All this, and much more he said and he
roared and bawcd so loud, that he got
himself into towering passion, aud Jerry
was fain to leave the house which h. did,
looking melancholy enough, for he loved
the girl too well to understand why her
being second cousin TO his aunt should nm
der her from being his wife, While he
was walking down the road, sorrowluIy
along, the Whspcrer rode by. What is
ii ais YOU Jerry Ryan, that you look as
down in the mouth as bvll that has lost
his horns?' So Jerry told him the pnrtic
uars of his interview with the priest. !
wish said he, Terence, that you had as
much power over obstinate priests, as over
stubborn horses, and that you could whis-
per old Delany into rea on 'And may be
/ have,' said the Whisperer, Il know
said Jerry, signing, that had rather than
twenty pounds that your words were true
Twenty ponndsn SAID Terence O'Sullivan,
are We quite in earnest " Perfectly So,
said the a morous bachelor. 'WelI' 'quoth
the Whspcrer, have il your own way ;
time may come, my boy, when yon would
give twenty pounds to get rid of wife. a.
Iknow for reason I'll not disclose. But
I was not iokng in the least. Give me the
twenty pounds, and if you are no: married
by this day week to Mary Mulcahy, may
never set foot in stirrup to the hour of nv
DEATH Jerry Ryan did not halfbelicve ihc
Whisperer and yet his fame was great
At length he made up his mind, and CAV"
Terence the twenty pounds, ma''"g hlp
swear upon the mass book SboH ihHp ho Z, n he on
again safe and sound N his hands. Away
went the Whisperer, but not at once to
the priest. He knew the world better :;
and he waited until after dinner. when his
reverence was over his tumblcr of punch
Nothing softens a mans heart so much, ms
Is il about the bay mare you are come to
me. Terence, my friend Il You'll take
glass Of punch. ! am sure !? 'Ay,' replied
the Whl.perer, cor two ofthcm, If it would
do any good to your reverence So he sat
down, and they talked away as fast as they
could, about the heat Of the weather the
potato crop, the price OF whiskey, Squire.
Johnson's last hunt. Catholic emancipation,
the new road under the hill-every thing
in the world. And at last, when the priest
was in the height of good humour. the
Whisporer brought in the business of Jc,
nv Ryan, in the easiest way he could.
Don't talk To me about it, said the doc Tor
sTerence O'Sullivan, but drink your punch
in peace--it can't be. They are too near
a kin. Its clearly against the Law of the
church, And he quoted Saint Augustine,
and Thomas Aqainas, and Sardanapaus.
and Nebuchadnezzar, and other fathers of
the church which he well knew how TO
do. being regularly bred in the famous U.
niversity Of Salamanca, where he took his
degree Of Doctor ofCanon Law, in the year
eighty one. The Whisperer waited to the
end ofthe doctors speech, and then said :
It's mighty fine thing, doctor, to be SO
learned man. How your head holds all
that knowledge, is more than ] can say
On which the doctor smiled. But contin
ued Terence, there is not a saint among
them who would not listen to reason and
if your reverence would just let me whs
per one minute to you, may be you'd think
better of it, Whisper to me. man. said the
priest, do you take me for a horse ?'-'God
forbid said the Whisperer that ] should
compare your reverence to a brute baste.
Bu, let me try We'll said the priest,
sthis is one of the foolishest things | ever