Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1844-03-14
M ISOlAM u A n 81 .
LARRY MAHoNEY'S TEMPTATION.


soch murder, Biddy Cassidy, you're COM
ing 1t over me too strong intirely.--Cau't you
be temperate, Biddy, with that sweet tongue
OF your own, and let a poor devil of boy
have htile time TO draw his breath We're
not going To fall out abou, thc matter of a
glass or two OF a cowld morning, acushla
aud the wind tearing away through every
hole in this onld coat of mine, aud making
me feel, for all the world, like that rag of u
man stuck up on pole in. a corniield TO
brighten the crows. Only look at me, Biddy.
and putting our hand on your heart like an
honest girl as you are, tel me al the face OF
this beautiful sky, for the devil of u ,Ling
! else haryi8S u.yselr, Pa hs.s sn5. lou., ,.;,l
would yoc have me any worse Than | am
Would YOU have this poor heart of mine,
bruised aud battered as it has been by them
two black eyes Ui yours would you have
II, darling, shivering with the cowli, too, and
not one drop of the ''creaturc'' TO khde one
spark there !? All, then, Biddy, il's lttle you
know wha, | have suffered for YOU; how
warmly love you, and how many and many
time this winter, have pawned the very
brogues oil my feet and new Dublin ha, in
TO the bargain, To be able, with few dacent
! boys, 10 drink your health. Yes, Biddy, to
drink your health, and long life To you and
all belonging to you; and maybe don't feel
like Prince every time the boys shout
ed "B;ddy Cassidy forever;'' aud the very
floor shook under the table with the whack-
ing OF the quarts and pints. Arral,, Biddv,
you're too hard mtirely. l've drank nv
brogues over and over again for you. I've
drank Caroline hat, fur and all, for you :;
and i've drank, Biddy, my silk waistcoat, and
would have drank my coat, and-but where's
the use in talkng-what would not be will
ing to drink for you ="
''Larry," said BiGdy; who was just plain
| country girl with reasonable share of good
sense, and who had, as will be seen, as much
regard for Larry as ne had for her, though,
they differed much in !heir way of showing
it, "don't drink at all don't put another glass
to your lips; go down to Donnerail to-mor-
! row, and ask Father Mathew to give you the
pledge; and that will mend every hole in-vour
coat and light fire in your heart that will
warm you all over, forever and day |
would rather have show are you this morning,
Biddy, or good evening to you darling,' said
in all easy natural way, and the words COM
| ing right up of their own accord from your
heart, than thousand loving healths to me,
ever so ardently drank. Can't you love me
when sober' Must you GO to the public
! house before you can love me? Is there any
thing in the whiskey so like your own Biddv,
as you often call her, that you are as well sat
! ished with the one as the other Where are
your eyes, Larry, and your senses going ?
! itasa oyer sol yr,er heed z. S,air or LAID
| you III the mud on's.se-roati, when YOU oegni
to be asleep in your bed Have \ sold your
COW and three pigs, and the fine old SOW thai,
| your mother left yon, God be with her, and
have made your little farm look so tIrearv,
that even poor bit of sparrow can't find
straw enough. in the barn yard to build her
nest with Think, Larry, Of the last words
OF your poor dying mother when she called
you to The bed side, and holding you by the
hand, with her eyes, that were closing forever
on you and the world, fixed on her only son.
and talking still with them when her lips
were no longer able to move.''
"Stop, Bddy," cried Larry, running his
hand across his eyes, "stop, no, word more
or you'll kill me dead. Pm off TO DonucralI
tonight, and l'll foot it every inch of The wav,
and never give it up till PIN at The door of the
holy father Never fear me, Biddy, darling,
| l'll be man of my word, and when I've ta-
ken the pledge, tell me now, once for all, am
| to have yourself into the bargain Tell me
that, BlCdy, and wish me God speed on the
way"
"ilere's my hand,' Biddy replied, placing it
frankly and firmly in his, 'and nay never
live to see the coming Sunday if my name
shall be Cassidy only just as long as you
! please, and no longer.'
'sThars enough, darling, that's enough -
and away went Larry, bounding like deer
over an adjoining fence, and was soon on the
road TO the town, which was about twenty
miles distant.