Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1830-11-17
BORROWING 4 GRIDIRON;

1t is we'll known that there is nothing more
humorous than well told Irish story: ana suCh
We are confident every reader will pronounce 'he
following, which we transfer TO the Atlas from
recent Dublin journal. There are some OF the
best touches in 1t that we have seen tor many
dav. The writer begins by reference TO Ma
thews' ludicrous representation. IN his 'lr'P'o
America of an Irishman who had leitshIs own
country to seek his fOrtune'-and who, " aiter
various failures in the pursuit. at length goes INTO
tho back settlements with the intention oi De-
coming interpreter general between the IAN
KEGS and the Indian tribes; but the Indians reject
his proaered service, the poor ignorant cree
f,,res. rs he himself saws. Just because he did
no, understand their language We are told,
moreover. (he saws that Goldsmith visited the
land of dykes and dams. for the purpose OF teach
Ing tie Hnlanders English. quite overlooking
until his arrival in the country made II obvious
That he did not know a word of Dufch himself.
He then proceeds as foIlows:-
-. A certain old gentleman in the west OF Ire
land. whose love of the ridiculous quite eqna'ieu
MS taste for caret and foxhuntlng, was wont,
upon certain festive occasions, when opportunity
offered. to amuse his friends by drdring ont one
of hissseryants who was exceedingly fond Of what
he called his Mrareiy,' and in whom a good
deal of whim. some queer stories, and perhaps
more than all, long and faithful services, had es-
abshed sort of right of loquacity. He was
one Of those few trusty and privileged domtsttcs,
who. if his master unhccdingiy uttered rash
thing in tit OF passion, would venture u SET MN
rieht. If the Squire said. IN turn that ras
call off, my I:ieud PAT would say, 'troth you
won't sir:' ard Pa was always right Tor II any
alteration arose upon tire subject matter III
hand. H. WAS sure 10 throw III some good reason,
al
duct--or the dc!inquen,'s wife and chlldher,'
that alwavs turned the scale
But am DEPRESSING: on such merrv-meetings
as have alluded to. the master. alter making
certain .approachcs,' as Il military man would
say. as the preparatory steps IL laying siege to
sumc eyirGcagaac0 af his servant, might. per-
chance. assail Pat thus: "i}y the bye. Sir John,
addressing distinguished ,.ufs,.) Pat has We
nv curious story. which something Won told me
Of to-day reminds, nc o.. You remember. PAT,
turning to the man, evidently pleased at the no.
,Ice thus paid to hin-eii, Won remember that
queer adventure yOu had in France 1roth
/ do. Sir" grins forth Pat. - W hat. excl inns
Sir John. in felSncd surprise, 'Was Pat ever III
Fanoe:' - Indeed he was," cries uIine hOs'--
aud Pat adds, ay. and farther PLACE y"ur honor.
assure you. sir John. continues my host.
Pat told me a story once that surprised me We
ry much. respecting the ignorance al the French
Indeed rejoins the baronet, real, always
supposed the Ffench to be most accomplished
people 'Troth then. they're not. SIR inter
rupts Pat. 'Oh, BY no MEANS adds mine host,
shaking his head emphaticaly. ~ believe. Fat.
twas when you were crossing the Atlantic.
saws tie master. turning to Fat with IA seductive
air. and leading him into the full and true ac-
count for Pat had thought fit TO visit North
a C,, h..h had thp N nj
the wear 49, Yes sir, SAYS Pat. 'rhc broad Allan
tic. favoric phrase of his, he gave with brouse
as broad. almost. as the Atlantic itself. - 1t was
the lime | was lost in crosssn the broad Atlantic
a comm home.'' began Pat. decoyrd INTO the re-
cital-'.whin the winds began to blow. and the
sac to roui, that you'd think the Hee' dias.
that was her name) would not have mast left
but what would rowl out of her. Well, sure
enough. the masts went by the bOord. al last, aud
the pumps was choak'd. idivil chaak them for
that same,) and av coorse the wathcr gained All
us, and troth to be filled with walter is neither
good f0r man or haste: and she was sinS'M last.
setllin down. as he sailors calls It, ana faith ne
yer was good al sculin' down in my life. and
liked it then less nor ever: acc0rdlaniy we pre-
pared for the worst, and put out the boat. and
rot u sack o bishkits, anu a cashk q pork, and
Rag u wather, and thrfle o. rum aboard. aud
any other litte matthcrs we could think ~ IN the
mortal hurry we wor inland faith there was no.
time to be lost for nv darlint. the Colleen dhos
went down like lump o'lead. afore we wor ma
nv sthrokes o the oar away from her. We'll, we
dhrfted away all that night, and next mornln'
lut up piece av a SAIL as we'll as we could. for
we tar'nt show stitch o canvass the night be-
fore. bekase it was boMin' like bloody murher.
savin' ,our presence. and sure its the wondher
of the world We wu, mt swally'd alive by the rag
in >ae-well.away We wint. Tor mere nor week.
and nohn' before our two good-ookii g eyes bur
the canophy y heaven ard The vi ocean--the
broad Atlantic-,li,ii thing was to be seen but
the sac aud the *, is mighty purity things IN
themselves. still III all. yet by my sowl there no
great things Nhcn you've nothin' else to look M
for week togclher-and the barest rock IN the
world, 50 il was land. would be more weihlm.-
and then. soon enough troth. our provisions began
to run low. the bishkits. aud the water. and the
that was gone first of ail--God help
uZ-and oh it was thin that starvation began to
stare w in the face. Oh murther, murthcr. cap
tain darlint.' saws |. wish we could see land
my whore saws More mower To YOUR elbow,