Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1845-01-31
PHIL. TLINN's ADVENTURE.

'Did we remember Jim Ryan, Teddy?
'To be sure do Phil. Didn't he stick to me
like skin to praty n my set to with that haste Of
landlord, who was for kicking Cathleen into ma
lures cabin when her soul was bidding good by to
her poor BODY?
true for you, Teddy. He was the boy to ham
ner Justice into n spalpeen with his fists, or the
cardinal principles into sinner with his tongue
Father ODonnegan was no match for him.,
Faith, you are right there Phil And by the
same TOKEN when refused to listen to the advice
of Father Matthew, didn't he prach to me until he
made me believe that BelZebub used my heart tor
his breeches pocketp
| well Teddy, whn I wint to me cousin Larry
Bryan's wake, (rest his sou made over free with
the dew, and got drunk gintleman.'
'As was you're stom, Phil. Whiskey came as
natural to ye as aties'
And as natural to yerself, Teddy Burgess as
raw mate to a cannibal As | was saying, l got
drunk as haste at Lury's wake. The town clock
was hammerng out the sm'll hours, when left the
cabin The moon bad luck to him, had covered
his head, but here and there, | could see a star
winking at me, if it said, mind yer eye, Phil.
Flynn On my way home | had to pass Jim Ry-
ans. list forenent his gate, felt my feet tripped
up, anu fell like dead bullock. | tried to rise
up, but it use, for great monster with horns
held me down. 'Who you? said l. Belize
bub, said he, as he gave pelt on the nose with
his hoof. Murther! murtherp said |. Hoult
yer tongue, We haste, said Belzebub. Yer q drunk
en- divil, and we belong to me-
When heard this, Teddy, felt my limbs shake
like shamrock sprg in gale, and called upoI
the Saints 10 help me. 'Ye needn't pray, Phil
FLYNN. We are past redimption,' said he, giving mi
butt with his horns, which made my head cracl
as if a thousand shillelahs had been batting it,
Mr.. Bezebub' said |, its not fair to strike GIN
tlemn when hes on his back 'Yer no gintlemin
Phil. Finn said he. Yer blackguard, said
Yer drunk said he-givng me another lab witt
his horns. True for you, if ye are the dtV, san
l. sYe waste yer earnings for whiskey,' said he
Bridget, yer wife is ragged, an yer children ar
starving True for you, again. said l.. Yer
fit subject for purgatory,' said he. Be asy wit
me, Mr.. Bclzebub, and I'll take the Pledge said
nj not behave We, Phil. Finn said he. Let m
off now said |, 'and I'll swear by st. Patrick
take the pledge Tomorrow III not trust we
said he and he began to pull me, when erie
out, I'll take the pledge now, yer honor
None of yer blarney, Phil; but if yell take tn
pledge this instant, yell find jim Ryan within, an
he'll give it ye.' 'I do that same said Il an
Bezebub, after giving me another polt with hi
horns got off. AS rose up, who should see bl
Jim Ryan coming toward Inc. Is that you, Phi
Finn 2 said he. 1t is, JIM Are we drunk
said he. No, said !, for Belzebub had hammere
me sober. 'Ye have BEEN said he. True, jim
but I'm now steady as praste, and have promise
to take the pledge from YOU Good = said jim
as he led me into his cabin, where took the pledg
and went home to Bridget
That's strange tae,' said Teddy Burgess.
81 kept the secret for year, Teddy, and m
! pledge besides and it not until became cor
, frned in my sobrety, that Jim Ryan told me thu
on the night cf Lary's wake, he had been to tn
market town to buy buck and that he was CA
rying him from his cart as was staggering hon
that when fell before his door, jouted I'll
buck from his shoulder-it fell on me; and nstea
, of Bezebub it was the tethered buck that kicke
me, and Jim Ryan who played the part of the div
for the occasion.