Lexington union. (Lexington, Miss.) 1838-18??, 1843-06-17

Climate, freedom and F0Od.-The fol-
lowing good story is told by friend Of
the late Mr.. Power, in the New York
Mirror. The scene is laid in a N. York
counting-house, on roasting hot day in
August, the author and Power sitting to-
gether and talking;- N
AS we were thus passing the time, in
walked a genuine paddy, about fifty years
OF age, without coat or waist coat, having
knee breeches, (his stockings hanging
loosely on his legs) and thick brogues on
his feet. The perspiration ran down his
honest face as he very humbly said
n "Will you allow poor man to take
safe, for the love of God?"
eyes, my good fellow, sit down; what
is the matter with you?"
sob, sur, sure I'm roasted to death in
this divil of climate"
"You're stranger, then. Pray how
long have you been here!"
".Sir aceekS Too long, sur. Yesterday
six weeks ! landed"
Sand what do you intend to do! we
cant help the heat you know"
"That's what bringsme to your honor.
/ see in the papers that you have ship
goin' TO Belfast, next week, and with The
blessin' of God; meself and me old woman
and five children, will go back in heg, if
yer honor's reasonable in the EXPENSES"
"Take my advice and try the country
for one year-the heat will be over next
month; what on earth drives you back so
speedily"
ooh, sur, shurc I'm returning quickly
in regard to great fright | took. Last
Sunday morning afther mass at the Cathe-
dral, walked through the bnrying ground
to read the tombstones-and read over
a thousand of them-all Irishmen-and
divil higher than thirty years saw at
all, barrin' one that was forty, and shure
I'm oulder than that meself."
"Very well, you need not be alarmed,
as you will never die at forty!"
sob, | know that sur; but, thank hea-
ven it was not in this country grew so
old"
"But, my good fellow, recolect YOU are
now in free country; and if you return
to Ireland, you go back TO land of slave
ry."
"a Free conthryp exclaimed he, with
deep irony; "be me soul, you're riglltl---i
Faith, it is a free cunry, sure enough; for
if poor man has neither shoes nor stock
ings, there's no one to prevent him from
going barefoot in the streets. No, divil
enc. A free country, oh. isn'tit!"
Very well" said /, ''you must at least
admit that the people here are more res
pectable, and better clad and fed, thanthe
people in Ireland"
sis it the people you're talking about!
Be me sowl, don't think they're chris
tians at all? Shure when I'm walking
if | bid man the time Of day, or
say God bless you, as we do at home, in
stead of answering me with, the same to
you,' he just gives nod of his head, and
says 'honkPNow the devil a bid of meselfI
knows what 'hulk, manes-it amt En-
glish or Irish, but hathenish sound; and
hats all ] can get from them'
"You must confess, at least" | reioin-
ed, "that the people live better here than
hey do in Ireland--they have meat three
lines a day, and plenty TO drink"
"Faith, thin, if they have mate, haven't
hey to pay well for it! Mate indeed
Shure when go to market to buy some
hing for the wife and children, may be
It's pair Of chickens dT for, and they
rive me two aCes'ly things no bigger than
IN Irish lark, for which they make me pay
i've shiIlings--not mouthful apiece for |
is; and thin if pick out ahead OF cabbage
hey give me one no bigger than me fist,
md ak sixpence for it-why, sur, in my
arm in the county Of Meth, raised cab
,ages One of them would be as big as
II the books in your office! Diyil pot
n Ireland could hold two Of them; and +
night hawk it through the country and
wouldn't get more than half penny for
/. And thin the prathrees! Oh murther!
;hure what they call pratrees here is all
vather and melts in your mouth; no maly
aste at ALL Sure the hunger amt kilt il !,
We ate a pot full; and lis dying we are
or want Of the natural food. z
"Thin, sur" added he after adeep sigh
when poor man dies here, they tell me
hey charge fifteen dollars for opening his
rayel Oh-God forgive them-only !
link Of me farm where Ipaid four gum
as an acre riy,t, and there was asgood a !
uarter of an acre in it, burying ground,
nd sure let any man be buried there that
ked, and charged him divil penny at
Il! BY me sowl, man can't afford to !
ie in this free, country, and SO Ill 60 I
ONE and lay my bones in ould Irelandl I
"Troth, it's strange country, and SOL =,
your honor will only take the thrife Of !,
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