Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1840-11-12

was JlSt like SNOWFALL all as one, an almost
fruz an smothered at the same time, your ho'
nor an they wor both mighty sorrowful In.
tirely, am their toes almost dhroppin' aft wild
the cold. AM when Jim got to the farm his
uncle was gettin' an Elegantly, an he was
sittin' up strong and warm in the bed, an
improvin' every minute, an no signs av dyin'
an him at ali at all !; so he had all his throuble
for nothin.' But this wasn'tall, for the snow
KEN so thick that it was impossible to get a.
long the roads at all an fax, instead iv get
tim betther, next mornin' it was only tin
times worse; so jim had iist to take it asy,
am stay wild his uncle antil such times as
the snow id melt. Well, your honor, the
evenin' Jim Soolivan whit away, whin the
dark was closin' in, Nell German, his wife,
begind to get mighty aneasy in herself when
she didn't see him comm back at all an
she was gettin' more an more frightiul IN
hersclfevery minute till the dark KEN an, an
divil taste of her husband was comm at
all. 'Ohn says she, there's no use in pur-
tendin,' know he's kilt himself: he has
committed infantycide an HIMSELF says she,
'lile dissipated bliggard as he always was
says she, Sod rest his sowl. Oh, thin, isn't
it me an not you, Jim Soolivan, that's the
unfortunate woman says she, 'ior amt
cryin' here, an isn't he in heaven, the big
gard says she. 'Oh, voh, voh, it's not at
home comfortable with your wife an family
that you are, Jim Soolivan,' says she, shut i'm
the other world, you aumathaun, In glory wild
the saints, l hope SAYS she. 'its l that's
the unfortunate tamale, says she, 'an' not
yourself, Jim Soolivan,' says she. An this
way she KEEP an till mornin,' cryin' an Ia
mintin'; an wild the first light she called up
all the sarvint bys, ain she tould them to 60
out am to sarch every inch iy ground to find
tho Sfnr Pm Snpf slt'S M tn
go hide himseifhe would says she. Well,
they went as we'll as they could rummagin'
through the snow, antil, at last, what should
they come to, sure enough, but the corpse oil
poor travelling man, that fell over the
quarry the night before by reason of the snow
an some licqure he had, maybe; but, al any
rate, he was as dead as a herrin', an his face
was knocked all to pieces list like an over
boiled pltaty, dlvll
taste of nose or chin, or hill or hollow
from one end av his face to the other, butwas
all flat as pancake; an he was about Jim
SooliYan's size, an dressed out exactly the
same, wild ridn' coat, an new cordheroys;
so they carried him home, an they were all
sure as daylight it was Jim Soolivan HIM
self, an they were wondherin' he'd do such
dirty tuIn as to go kill himself for spite.-
Well, your honor, they walked him as well as
they could, with what ncighbors they could
get together, but by reason Nv the snow, there
wasn't enough gathered to make much divar-
sion; however it was aplisint wake enough,
an the churchyard an the priest bein' conva-
nient, as soon as the Youngsters had their
bit iv fun an diversion utiv the corpse, they
buried it without great dale iv trouble; an
about three days after the Berlin, ould jim
Mallowney, from th'other side of the little
hill, her own cousin by the mothers side-he
had snug bit iv farm an house close by,
by the same token-kem walkin' in to see
how she was in her health, an he dhrew a
chair, an ne sot down an beginned to con-
varse wild her about one thing an another,un
he got her quiet an asy into middlin' good
humor an as soon as he seen it was time,
Pm wondheriu,' says he, Nell German,
SIGH handsome, likely girl, i'd be thinkin'
iv nothin' but lamintin' an the likes says
he, 'an' lingerin' away her days without any
consolation, or gettin' a husband,' says he.
Oh says she, isn't it only three days since
L buried the poor man. says she, IAN isn't 1t
rather soon to be talkin, iv marTyin' again z
'Divil taste says he, three days is jlst the
time to minute for cryin' afther husband,
an there's no occasion in life to be keepin' 1t
up says he; 'an' besides all that says he,
'Shrovetide is almost over. an If you don't
be stirrin' yourself an lookin' about you,
you'll be late,' says ne, 'for this year at any
rate, an that's twelve months lost, an who's
to look afther the farm all that time g says
he, 'an' to keep the men to their work = says
he. Its thrue for you, Jim Mallowney,'
says she. sbut Pm afeared the neighbors
will be talkin' about it, says she. 'Diyil's
cure to the word, says he. AN who would
you advise 7! says she. Young Andy Curtis
is the boy says he. He's likely boy in
HIMSELF says she; IAN as handy gossoon
as is OUT says he. We'll, thin, Jim NAL
lowney,' says she, there's my hand, an you
may be talliin' to Andy Curtis, an if he's
wiIlin' I'm agreeable-is that enough?' says
she.
SO with thath made off with himself strait
to Andy Curtis, an before three days more
was past the weddin' KEN an, an Nell Cor
man an Andy Curtis were married as COM
plate as possible; an if the wake was plisint
the weddin' was tin times as agreeable, an all
the neighbors that could make their way to it
was there, an there was three fddlers an lots
iv pipers, an GUILDS Conner Shamus the piper
himself was in it--by the same token 1T was
the last weddin' he eyre played music at, for
the next mornin', when he was goin' home,
bein' mighty hearty an pllsInt In himself, he
was smothered in the snow, uDdher the ould
castle; an by my sowl he was sore loss to
tho bys and girls twenty miles round, for he
was the iligantest piper, barrin' the liquer
alone, that ever worked bellows. Well, a
week passed over smart enough, an Nell an
her new husband was mighty well contlDted
with one another, for it was too soon for her to
begin to regulate him the way she used. with
poor Jim SoolivaD, so they wor comfortable
enough; but this was too good to last, tor the
thaw ken an, an You may be sure Jim Sooll'
van didn't loose z mjDutc's time as soon as the