The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-10-23

but peculiar aunt Kitty, now mink OF II,
Eliza heard something you had said Of Lucy
Finn that has cut her up very much
'Of Lucy Finn y
Yes; either of Lucy or 10 Lucy, am not
sure which, so do not run away with my slo-
ny into stretch And, Pierce, what did you
mean by saying that Brady owed Garrett
more gold than his mare could carry, and that
he'd be broke horse and foot if he could not
pay
'Oh, by the powers replied Pierce, color
ing deeply,.l never said such VOID, moi
that remember; or, if did, twas only Bit
of a stretch, just to taze old Mother Brady,
that thought to haul me over the Goals about
bit Of fun concerning her son and Ellen
Graves. | meant no harm at the time. Any
how, he does owe Garrett matter Of ten
pounds
lis that more than his mare could carry y
Oh, aunt Kitty, be easy, you're too bad en-
| tirely faith, the town lands turning English
upon us, observing every stretch boy makes
for divarsion'
There is plenty Of diversion on the SUBJ
ject, assure you said his aunt Every
lie in the parish is called a Pierce Scanlanr
! by the powers he exclaimed, any
man says that I'll break every bone in his
body
Wouldn't it be easier to break yourself of
the habit Of stretching as you call it 2 inquired
his aunt.
Bad cess to the people that can't see
Joke, and ye're enough, aunt, SO you are, to sat
body mad
The interview had proceeded to this par
ticular point, when Pierce's sisters, Jane and
Anne and little Mary entered together they
had taken half holiday, and crossed the hill
to spend it at Eliza Byrne's, and now returned,
not laughing and talking as usual, but with
sober steady countenances, and quiet foot
steps. Each entered without speaking. and
there were traces Of tears on little Mary's
cheeks.
sHolloa, girls exclaimed their really
good-tempered brother, have you been to a
funeral!' #"
Be easy with your nonsense said Jane.
Too much Of one thing is CORD for nothing
muttered Anne
| / wonder at you. so | do, brother Pierce,
to say what you did Of Eliza Byrne,' added
little Mary.
| And your life isn't safe in the country,
can tell YOU recommended Jane, for every
one Of the Brady's people are up as high as
the Hill of Howth.'
| And will have you as low down as the
towers in Tough Neagh,' added Anne
And Ellen Graves father has been all the
way to Newtownmountchallagh arshane, to
torney Driscoll, to take the law Of you for
taking away his daughters character
Easy girls, for the love Of the holy saint !!
| easy, say said Pearce, looking, as well
he might, bewildered, you open upon me for
all the world like pack Of hounds. Easy
one at timen exclaimed the brother, easy
with the hay, avourneens, and incense me in
to it-quietly.'
Quietly! repeated little Mary, who was
the pet and the beauty of the family it is
mighty easy to say quiet to the waves Of the
sea, and the storm whiring them about
"A joke is joke said Jane, but what
right had ye to touch the girls character 2
And crying up Lucy Finn before Eliza
Byrne's brothers face. She'll have nothing
more to say to you, | can tell you that con-
tined Anne.
And meddling with the Bradys-the quar-
reisomest people in the five parishes Well
have the house burned over our heads through
YOU sobbed little Mary.
And be brought before judge and jury, if
that 'torney Driscoll smells out the yellow
guineas Ellen Graves father keeps hid in
the old stocking in the thatch of his house !;
an oh on the race ground forgot that
how could you say The councillors couit
Conn was all head and tail like the owner!
The councillor will be down on We, We
misfortunate boy, as well as the 'torney Z" said
Jane.
And that's not the worst of it; but, oh
Pierce, the stretch you made -
.Whisht, Anne interrupted Mary, what
was it all to compare TO little Malty OHay's
turning up his nose when | said my aunt
could fine plat better than the lady's maid
at the castle; he turns up and round his ugly
nose, that looks for all the world like stray
root Of man gold. wortzel, and says, he sup
poses that must be put down as another Pierce
Scanlan."'
Did he say that y exclaimed Pierce, jump.
ing upwards to where three or four exceed
ingly wel-looking, well-organized shillalas
were seasoning" up the chimney; and
bringing down his favorite at spring, he
weighed it carefully in his hand
There is something particularly national
and characteristic in the manner Of an Irish
mans weighing shillala; the grasp he gives
it is at once firm and tender he poises it on
his open palm, glancing his eye aleng its fair
proportions; then his hand gently undulates;
again he regards it with a look of intense and
friendly admiration, grasps his fingers round
it, so as to assure himself Of its solidity until
the knuckles of his muscular hand become
white, and the veins purple then in an ecs-
tasy Of enjoyment he cuts caper; and while
his eyes sparkle, and deep and glowing
crimson colors his cheeks, he wheels his ma
,ional weapon round his head, and the wild