The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-07-17
IRISH CONVERSATION.

Mrs. Reilly, jewell, the top of the morn
ing to you. And how is it wild you, ma'am Z"
1.-THE better Of seeing you this blessed
morning, Mrs. Driscoll, Darling. And how's
the man that owns your
Hearty, but weak like kitchen BROTH
How's the chilthnr 7"
"Dont ak me- Surely the whole boiling
of them were going to be turned out last quar-
ter as naked as they were born. Cromwell's
luck to the one eyed thief of the world that
was going to murther the fatheress craihurs."
"Och! and who was the kidnapping vii
lain ~
"Hould your whist, and I'll tell you. l
was standing on the slips of the cillar, tying
my praskeen, when Mr.. Foyle, the tax-ga-
therer comes up, as impudent as if the whole
street belonged to him. How are you, Mrs.
Driscoll 2 says he. Yes, sir says /, as if
| wasn't minding him, for knew what he
wanted. Mrs. Driscoll, says he, I'm come
for the taxes More power to your elbow.
SIR says /, warding him off little at first.
There's two gales due, ma'am,' says he. is
there, sir 2 says l. Well says he, looking
at me as if he'd look me through, are you
going to pay me 2 Pay you, SIR says |,
do You think Pm robber! Where do you
think poor struggling widow like me would
get the money to pay your Oh, that won't
do, Mrs. Driscoll,' says he, coloring up TO the
gils, bekase,' says he, they're the Kings
taxes, and what ami to say to the King
when he comes to the fore for his money?
Say what you like says !, 'and welcome,
the King isn't so name SEPARATED as to be be-
holden TO the likes of me-1or his livSn.' oh,
that's mighty well,' says he, but the King
won't wait any longer, and if you don't pay
me, must distrain you, Mrs. Driscoll,' says
he, wipng his mouth with a pocket handker-
chief as yellow as kites claw. Distrain
me, sir, says 1, is it such a dirty tax-gather-
er for to offer to distrain me? I'm dacent
woman, sir says /, the mother Of nine child
thur, and no man shall distrain me, sir says
|, let alone such as you Don't let me see
you dare to come near me. I'm sure your
father was musician, for you look as if you
were walking on two German flutes, and
you're so crooked in body that, God help US,
if YOU swallowed twelve-penny nail you'd
convart it into a cork screw. Distrain me!
och murder, murder! Boys, is this the way
I'm to be treated2 With that he says, Mrs.
Driscoll,' says he, you mistake my mainin
en,irely-ils Selling the furniture ! name
And why didn't you say SO at once Z says
|. instead OF squirting at me with your swl-
vel eve, and bad cess to you. Ma'am, says
he, spanking me fair, | must take the furniture
for the taxes it's my duty I'm doing, Mrs.
Driscoll.' oh then, Mr. Foyle,' says !,
you're kindly welcome to the two stools aud
the settle bed and the noggins and the pitch
er-and that's the whole inventory---for l
haven, as much money asd pay turnpike for
a walking stick. Come down the ladder, Mr..
Foyle,' says l. and Pm sorry 1t isn't coach
and six for your sake Upon the word, he
was followin me down, when just turned
round, and says |, Mr. Foyle,' says ], its
reasonable should tell you that three OF the
poor chilihur are in the typhus, and may De
gentleman like you would be afeard OF IT,
us poor crathurs are used to it, me W
phus, Mrs. Driscoll says he, Jumping back
like a garden thrush, are you sure IT'S the
yphus : Oh, come down. SIR says !, ana
make your mind asy.' Not to-day, mann,
saws no Il beg your pardon, Mrs, Driseoll,
CO. rambling you; III come another time !
and with that he ran away for his bare life.
never saw him since. Devil typhus was
below, Mrs. Reilly, no more nor there is at the
bottom of the sea-"