The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1845-05-03
The lion of Waterloo.

{ lose sadly IN telling, came recently I
I our notice.
a big-whiskered and broad. ches,e
'on of Emerald Isle, sal with party q
friends and admirers in a reslaural, a
, muslng them with stories Of his travel
FOUNDED on fact but eIaborsleIy EN-
belilshed by vet. prolific fancy.
Alone, at table near, sat anothe
roamng descendant OF Bran Bo, ohmc
engaged upon ragOut de mOuton, an,
listening IN great eGlicaIion at his coun
rymsn'S extraordinary talent Tor exte IN
poraneous romance.
May the Po?e's bull be aft m!
said The sloryleiler, 'f | wasn', sho
hree times through the body at Water
90; and by the holy poker! the three
oalIs that went Trough me rolled out D
me on the other SIDE, in STATE o
fusion, from the heat ! was in.'
Holy mother, hear hlm, calculated
loud the solitary lrishman, hitting hi,
knife and fork in the air, aud looking .
the ceiling.
WHATS that you say sili' enquirec
he hero of Waterloo, with most Zero.
clous and annIhIlaliug slale st his neigh
lur.
Owl word have | uttered, sir,
,aid the dIsbelleviug lrishmsu, minglnl
very grave air ol respect with 50 d.ol
! manner as fairly give the lie TO hi
words.
That's enough, sir returned the
gentleman whose blood was so hot ~
0 melt bullets; forthwith he proceedeo
with his fancy work, see emlngly deter
mined, after the interruption, 10 astonisi
ais neghbors s,ll more.
But, gentlemen, that's not half so Gu
rlous as what followed for true as Tn
CD French port is genuine and una
dulierqted logwood and vinegar, tn
swo d IN my hlnd got so hot that th'
emper went oul OF II as well as myself
and when hit my twenry-ninth mal
N the head, The blade had become St
OFT thai it turned into cork screw, anC
pulled the Frenchman's head OF
lust like a cork from a clarel bottle
'Molhcr Of Moses, hear thai! tXcIaim
ID The other II shmAn, over his mul
ton.
:, beg your pardon, but | lh.nk yor
made an obse yallon,' said The hercu
lean son Of he sod, again turning roun'
and darling a wllherIng lrown al hi,
leighbor.
.Divll word came from my lips.
,wore Pat in the same droli and con.
trad ory manner he had used be'erel
That's enough, sIr,' SAID the luSI
lion of W alerIoo aud on he went reIal
log his achievements.
by the immortal Saint Domioick
md il that is not an lrIshman's oath
then, by the rusty buckle Of Saint Pal.
Gck's Iefl sandal (which every one,
knows is now in pickle in the Tower OF
London among The jewels OF The crown)
thirteen widows, made by myself OIL.
that field Of Waterloo, have since mad
love to me; and, soldier as am, | am
ashamed to own it, or soldier in low,
As we'll as war,) ran away from them all,
md you see Inc here before you an un-
bachelor, after breaking
The heads OF dozen French regiments
an The hearts of thirteen officers wives.
Now Pm sats6ed!' exclaimed The f..
4ncreduous party OF The sec
Dad parr, jumping up aud dashing down
mis- kuIte and fork.
Whats that, sI?' roared the Ilon al
so Jumping up, and sIoopios from his
Gigantic stature to thrust MS nose inloI
the other getlen as face,
i say Pm satisfied; as I'm sure every
one oug III to be after clearing of that
plate Of mutton
Sir, irs my opion,' said the military
gentleman from Waterloo, shat you
lon'l believe what I've been saying,
'Trolh | do lhen--every word OF It,
and III wager you a small roll of 2
Municipality paper ihat there Is not an
other genrlemun present that dare say
as much!
'Tha,'s enough, sir!' said The lion.
pm sstsfedn said the lamb; and
the several gentlemen went TO adjusting
heir accounts with the walters. .-Ftca'
yune.