The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-05-15

bytarian, Il want TO 90 up the ladder, TO
see what's doing above AT your
pleasure, sir says the Prasbytarian
Stay below, fellow, says the Protestant
to the humble hod-man, until your bet
tiers are served With that he mounted
the ladder as gay and impudent as If he
was Lord Castlersagh himself But
there was them watching him that
wouldn't SEQ the Catholic hoffman treat
ed in that manner. The Presbyterian
followed after aud tho last upon the step
was the humble Catholic. Them that's
low upon this earth is the highest in
heaven. Isn't il harder to shoot gull
than a magpie DARBY don't forget
your pipes tonight at the christening,
you divil and I'll give you leave to play
'Moll Roe for the ladiss.) Just as the
Protestant got to the top Of the ladder,
and the ruffane of Presbyterian was in
the middle, and the humble hoffman was
on the bottom rnng, there comes such a
whistle of wind as never was heard be-
fore. The storm that blew down Killala
Castle was fool 10 it. Hoo I! there was
the very mischief among them and then
we were to see which was the best of.
Maybe it's the Protestant that didn't tum-
BILE down from the top Of the ladder, and
get such numbering fall that it was the
mercy Of Providence that he didn't fall
downthrough and through the earth, until
he stuck upon the spit in Ould Nick's
kitchen But it was bad enough us it
was. He fractured his skull. broke ev-
cry bone in his body and, what was
worse than that, he was kilt stone-dead
upon the spot. There was no more
use in trying to waken him, than if ye
were to talk Latin to a goose. Phil
Fleming where's the turkey you promised
me at Cristmas =? Sure you needn't be
ashamed to send it 20 me, even If you're
obliged to throw in a couple of pouts
along with it.) But the Presbyterian
got the cleanest fall Of all. Where do
you think he fell : suppose, now, you
think he fell on his head, or his arm 7
No such thing: he fell upon the ground.
And what do you think he did when he
got there Niver single thing to swear
by except lie like drunken beast on
the earth. The top of the morning TO
you, Molly Doyle +; hope your early
rising will do you 10 harm.) Well the
Presbyterian, boys, was nearly kilt !;
his mouth was split open, like poor
mans lease from ear to ear; and, al
though he was one mortal fracture from
head to foot, he might have done well
enough for all there was of him but he
got into II terrible passion the next day'
because they wanted to cut off the wrong
end of his leg. and he burst blood vcs-
sci, and died. That was the end of the
Presbyterian. told you that the hum
BILE hoffman was standing at the bottom
bad cess to the much lower he could be
SO when the others fell down, the poor
Catholic slipt as easy upon his hunkers
as if he was sitting down to praties and
butter milk. He was no more hurt than
I am. And why Don't you see the
reason fcrsnint you I? He was one of
the true church, and there wasn't hair
of his head put out Of joint. But |
haven't done with the story yet
Where are you going, Paudgeen. DAILY :?
Is them the manners taught you. just
to come in for mou,hful Of farming,
and go off again without saying "by
your leave = or, 4" What'll you take ?'-
It's the bad thing you're doing, Paud-
geen. )-When the Protestant was kilt.
as l tould you, nothing would satisfy
him but that he should 60, just as he was.
without waiting for the wake, up to St.
Peter for he thought that there was no
end to his grandeur, and that St. Peter
was one of his own kidney, and must inn
mediately open the gould gates for him
But you see, there's an end to the Pro-
testant the minute he dies he hasn't a
rood a ground, not as big as Phelim
Whites cabbage garden, in that beauti-
ful palace which entirely belongs to :he
Catholics. There you never hear of
such doings as rack-rents and distress {;
we have it all our own way there nnd
why not, since they WON'T let Us have
any here? When the Protestant got up
to the gase. with his face all cut, and
his canbeen broke, and his kreeds as dir.
ty ns if he was rolling the whole day in
the mud Open the door says he TO
St. Peter, who was sitting at ease, read
ing hook. For what, said St. Peter,
8 should | open the door7' Don't keep
me standing in the cold here = snys the
other, but open it Immediately, Its
lately come to you, says St. Peter
. to teach me my business Who are
you %. Don't you know me ?" says the
protestant builder Know you i says
st. Peter |; / don't think that the moth
er thnt owns you would know you with
that ugly face upon you'll am the Pro-
testant builder says the o.her.-' Pm
glad you told me that = says St. Peter {;