Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1830-04-09

comes in one day to my father that's dead too;
and saws he. ..Tim," for my father was Tim
before me. "is it yourself that had lend'd me
YOUR gun to shoot old grumpy;" that was the
name of a SOW of his your reverence, because
think she's dying of old age, I'd just put her NJ,
out of her misery's" Faith and to be sure WILL
saws my father that was, but the devil pow,
der or shot have" Never mind that says OLD
Pagan, God rest his soul, powther or no Powther
II be bound I'll do for her; and with that my
father gives him tbs gun from off the mantel'
where remember it from the hour OF my birth,
and out he goes; well yor Onor. thought Ia fol-
" him to see the SOW shot, and out goes too.
Commissioner. What! then he went to shoot
the pic without powder or shot.
Tim. It's truth you spake, your Onor, and
went to see him.
Commissioner. And did he.shoot the pig with
out ammunition!
lin. It's he that did. Loud laughter IN court. }
Crier. Order. order! among them are peo-
Commissioner. Go on Mr.. O'Reilly, if you
please. =
Tim. Where was 1; you put NE out, and l
forgot what | was saying.
Mr.. Pagan, the defendant, here drily said 'll-
airs ought to have good memories"
Tim. Turning towards Fagan,) VINO 40
YOU call liar, you spalpeen? I'd be after paint
inc your countenance for farthing.'
Commissioner. Not here Mr., OR. if yo'll
be so obliging. Go on, if you please, you were
Just shooting the pig without powder or shot
Tim. So was your Onor, (aside-and turn
inc with a scowl towards Pagan, your soul to
the gallows, wish had you in the street.'
Commissioner Proceed: proceed: good Mr..
O'Reilly.
Tim. Yes, your Onor: where did you say l
was?
Commissioner. You were going to tell us how
the defendants father killed old grumpy laugh
ter.
Tim. Bad luck to that thief; he's quite Devil
dered me.
Commissioner Now. do 60 on, Mr.. OR.
you went out, with MIR. Pagan and the gun.
Tim. did, your Onor, and our dog scabby
and we goes to Fagan's hogyard. where the poor
ovid sowl was, and 50 Mr. Pagan goes up to her,
as she was lying on her back, and he says to her,
.'God be good unto me-" and with the but end
of the gun he gave her blow on the head that
stopped her, your Onor, and after that he borrys
my knife, and, by the same token here it is, he
produced an old pocket knife and cut her throat
and so the devil word she spoke.
Commissioner. Ny good fellow, what has
this to do with the defendant
Tim. Whsht, and I'll tell you. Where was
II Well, so after he shot the SOW
Commissioner. He didn't shoot her, but
knocked her brains out, and then cut her throat.
Tim. Well, that's the same thing, sure.
Commissioner. 1t may be in Ireland, but not
in this country; but come to the point
Tim. Pm coming as fast as hors'd trot-
Well, your Onor, ovid Pagan took the gun home.
and never returned it from that day to this; my
self came over to this country to seek my fortune;
and last Martlemas heard as my father had
gone to heaven, your Onor, the Lord be merciful
to him !!
Mr. Pagan again interfered in his dry way:
" Be nv conscience, If he's gone to Heaven,
hes the last Of the O'Relly's that will travel that
road.''
Tim. What's that you say, you-!
Commissioners. Never mind what he says but
finish your evidence.
Tim. Devil a word more I've to say, barrin
one day, when | went into Larrv's room there,
what should see but the same ovid gun, as my
father lent to his father, and which was never
returned, and which is my property, because it
was my fathers before me; and its for the val
ue of that same gun | brought him before your
Worship.
Commissioner. Is that all you've got to say
Mr.. O'Reillys
Tim. tits, your worship, and what more
would you have body say?
Commissioner. Not word. you have said
enough. Now. turning to Mr.. Larry Fagan,)
what have you to say on this subject
Larry. Not much, your onor.
Commissioner. The less the better; how do
you account for the possession of this guns
Larry. Aisy enough, your worship.
Commissioner. Come let as hear-have you
got the gun in Courts
Larry To be sure have, and witness too:
that's better than gun.
Commissioner. Produce both.
Larry. Mick, come in with the following
piece; and Mick, carroty. headed brick!ayer's
laborer, worked his way through the crowd to
the presence of the Commissioners, with an old
rusty musket in his hand.
Commissioner. Turning to OReilly) Is that
your gum
Tim. May be it amt.
Commissioner. Is it, ask you:
Tim. Why to to be sure it is.
Commissioner. Well now, Mr.. Pagan, call
your witness.
Larry I needn't call him your Onor for