The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1845-03-20
From the Columbian Magazine.
THE BLARNEY STONE.
BY JOHN BRoUcHAn.

BY JOHN BRoUGHAM.
stOh did you meier hear Of the ,BIarney,
TITS found near the banks of Killarney,
Believe it from me, nohgirl's heart is free,
Once she hears the sweetsound OF the Barney
LOVER.
q tell you Mike agra: it,s no manner o
use, for do it / can't, an that's the long an
the short ofit.1
Listen al him, why il isn't bashIul that
you are, el, Nedayic?'
FAX, an FIN afeared it is
'G0g'S 6leGkeg!! Why, they'll put you IN
the mnsayum along wild the marmalds an
the mftlin' sneaks; a bashful Irishman, why,
a four leaved shamrogue nd be j mutton.
chop to that, man alive
50 they say;but I've cotch the complaint
any WHY
well, Tear and aigers, I never heerd
the likes; it makes me mighty unhappy, for
if modesiy gels a footin' among Us i II be
the ruin Of US altogether. / Shouldn't won
der but some of them yetirin cokneys has
inoeulated us with the affection, as they
travelled through the county. Well, an
tell US, how d'-you feel Win you're b%llshin',
INed?'
sArrab! now don't be laughin' at me, Mike;
sure we cam help our weakness-its only
before he's, that the heart Of me melts away
Entirely
Never mind ayic, shnre lis a good mans
case any way, an so purity Nelly has putthe
comether over your sensibilties?'
you may say that Nike aroon The MI
vir a bit of sinse have | lett, if lis a thing
THAT liver happened to have any; an now
Mike. without jokin', isn't it mighty quare
that can't get the cowardly tongue TO wag
a word out ofmy head when her eyes is
upon me,-did you ivir see Nelly's eye
Mixer
Scores o times.'
May be there isn't an eyen!
Maybe there isn't a pair of thin, since
you come 10 that
sT1e devil such wicked lookin' innocence
liver peeped cut of the head of a christian
afore, 10 my thinkn'.'
sit's nolhin' but right that you should
think so, Ned
sOh Mike! to me the laughihat bames out
of thin, whin she's happy, is as good 10 a
boys f~eeIin's as the softest sun ray thai liver
made the world smile;-bGt when she's
sad-oh mufdher, murdher, Mike, whinthim
watheFy dimonds ffutthers about her silky
Ieye-Iashes ofhangs upon her. downy cheek,
ike dew upon a rose late, who the diyil
could endure il. Bedad, it's as much as !
can do, to stare up agin them merry chances
but when her eye takes to the wiher, be the
powers of war it bothers the navigation Of
my heart out am cut,
'Thrue for you, Ned (
San thin her mouth! Did you liver OBJ.
serve NeIly's mouth, Mikeg
AT assistance, Ned
'Now, that's what | call q rale mouth, Mike
it doesn't look like some, only a place TO ate
with, but a soft-takin', sweet lovin' mouth,
wild the kisses CROWN in clusihers about il
that nobody dare have the imprudence 10
pluck off, Ell! Mike!
How'd your tongue Ned
ST Nelly's heart lsn't the very bed oflove.
why thin Cupid's a jackass, that's all. An
thin her teeth, did you notice thin teeth?
why pearls is PAWN stones to thin how
they do fash about as her beautiful round
red lips open to lei out a voice that's Just for
all The world like taIkin'-honey, every word
she says %slippin' into a fellows soul, whether
he likes it or not. Oh! Mike, Mike, there's
no use in talkin', if she isn't angel, why she
ought to be, that's ALL
You're mighty far gone, Ned, an that's a
a fact. lis wonderful whata JANUS a boy
has for talkin' nonsence when the soft
emotions is stirrin' up his brains. Did you
ever spike to her?
How the devil could /? Twas 100 busy
I%islehin'; an more betoken, between you an
me, the rale truth Of The matter is, couldn't
do II. Whether ii was bewitched | was
or that my senses got dhround wild dhrinkin'
in her charms, MAXIM a sort of mouth Of my
eye, / don't know, but cv'rytime Iattempt
ed 10 say somethin' my tongue, bad luck IL
il, staggered about as If. was cofned, an tht
divil d word would il say for itself, bad o.
good
well now, only to think, Let me give
you a word OF advice, Ned: the next time
you see her, take it asiy, put a big stone up
on your feelin's an' ak about the weather
you see you want to bowlt out all you have
to say at once, an your throat is too little tC
let it cut.'
BE the mortiaI!, an that's a good advice
, Mike, if ! can but folly it. This love is
= mighty quare affection, amt it?'
Tremendous. ! had it once tmyself'
How did you ketch III?
Il didn't ketch it at all. / took Unnatural
And did you ever get cured Mike? Tel
u.s.
sComplately.'
EHowg'
q got married.
tOh let's go 10 work.