State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1831-1836, 1836-03-22
sARGENTos TEMPERANCE TALES.

ance Tales making eleven in albany one
of which, is enough to establish his reputa-
ton as one of the best writer's of the day
The last number is entitled GAN IRIsu
HEART" The extracts which follow are
the unpublished coquenco, of a broken
hearted Irish woman. She stands before
his EXcelcncy, the Governor of New York,
pleading for the pardon Of her husband,
"dcar Thaddy," who had been sentenced
10 the States Prison seven years, for the
commission of crime under the influence
of the cratlu" Hear her:
can it's right to pray that we may ma be
lid into temptation, is it right TO nuke laws
which fills the land wild shebeens, where
he that sills tho crather may timp any poor
buddy to his run? Win we come to this
contree, fro the dct VIC lift Lim'rick till
we rcach'd Montreal, IA woman iver bad
a moor obaaging mon, than Thaddy. lie
was liver talking good nathured wild myself,
or playing wild the childher or spanking o
how happy we wud be in the new contree.
He thritencd ma buddy, he was cecvil and
Iacent to MI aboord. An it's just bekase
there was ma dhrap o the cruthur to be
had. Your honor wull fOrgi' a poor buddy,
but / Wud ak, an n governor wild all the
contreevers o. the law has ma as great Il
power to prevint this sart o trouble, as u
captain o. merchant ship? Whoosh sir,
continued Kathleen, forgetting her zeal for
her husband and for justice, the presence
she was in, spit ma the cheens round the
nick o. poor Thaddy, that dear innocent
mon that he is, but upon them what maks
and what sills the maddcning crathur, or
upon them, which which permits such
prosadings ma oflince t yer honor, ony-
how. Whn the dee is done, the poor bud
dy WARY and darty, and drouthy rims to
shebeen as aisily, as the baby, when its
hungry rims after the brist. An there was
no shebeen, he wud rim hum to the wife
and childher, and be moor happy there.
Woe be to them, the book tills us yer hon
or, by whom the otlince hath come. But,
an yell na regard the prayers and the taars
O poor woman, ls'e one trind, to whom
| can CO."
"You mean the Catholic priest or bishop
suppose" said the Governor.
Ma indeed, your honor" said Kathleen,
ats this bissed book" taking her little
Bible from her bosom, SHAT taught me
moor nor tin yaars ago, where to saak the
Dist relaaf for a broken heart, and the daar-
est friend poor buddy can ha' in couIt
warld.'
~ The Governor was much interested by
the zeal and honesty of this devoted crca-
turc and having heard, soon after the trial
of Masheo, some circumstances of q pallia-
tory character, he was strongly inclined to
mercy. The marks of WEAKNESS were cv-
hent on the features of Kathleen and her
little boy. The high color upon her intel
ligent and honest face, was not tue glow OF
health, but the flush of a protractcd and
painful excitement The Governor re-
quested his daughter, who came accden-
tally into the room, to bring some refresh
ments. She soon returned, with her moth
or, and little brother, whose curiosity she
had excited, by her account Of the pretty
Irish woman and her children.
" It's your Lobby, sir ?" asked Kathleen,
dropping courtesy.
The Governor NODDED his head, and gave
some little account of the poor woman's
errand while she gave little David some of
the refreshments, and partook though spar
ingly herself.
You had better take something more"
cd several miles since your breakfast"
ats ma breakfast lse bin attn the dee,
maam," said Kathleen: cts hard ating
wild HWY heart. My own taars it is, that's
bin maat and drink to me money dee.
An ye was i the same case yourself, daar
Teddy, wild your swat childhcr haar de-
pendant upon yourself alone for bit o.
bread, and your good mon put up in prison
for seven WARY yaars IFS ma o. attn ye'd
be thinking, moor nor to kaap sow and
buddy together, till We saad him ha' his
leeberty agin. Och sir" continued Kath-
leen, turning to the Governor, and pressing
an argument which her sagacity assured
her had not been presented entirely in vain;
Is it Just in the sight O. God, TO spread a
shnare at iv'ry corner, and whin as I was
10 moor nor reasonable to be EXPECTED, a
poor immigrant or ony other poor buddy
falls int, TO pit him in prison for siv
en- yaars An We wad jist put the era
thur, that did the i'll wark, in prison for
them that sills it, ye'd do a sarvice, and saa
afore lift Ireland that Amlriky was iraa
country. It's fraa country, for aven the
dacons O. th5 churches, Ise tout to make
the accursed crathur O. the Sabhadec; it's
fraa country for SIGH as the like o they,
who protiss to love the Lard, that wint
about doing good, to still the pestilent poi
son that it is, an TO win away the bit bread |
o. the little childher, and drive the poor
hroken-hearted mother to desperation, and
laad the misguided husband and father to !
offind agin the law. It's traa country for |
all this, indeed it is. But whin the wretch
ed mon, craz'd with the crathur, commits
an offence, it's no fraa country for the like
O. him, onyhow."
The energy and honesty of this poor sup
picant's manner can scarcely be conceived. |
The Governors lady and daughter were
deeply impressed by the native eloquence