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

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2 lose sadly in telling, came recently
our notice.
4 A bIg-vhiskered and broad. ches,e
son Of Emerald lS, sal with party {
friends and admirers in reslaura,
Imusing them with stories OF his travel
founded on fact. but elabora'eIy eT
belIished by very prolific fancy.
Alone, al table near, sat snothe
rosming descendant OF Bran Boz oihme
Engaged upon ragOut de mout0n, an
listening in great ecIicaion at his coun
lrymsn's extraordinary talent lor ex'em
lporaneous romance.
MAY the Po?e's bull be aft nj!
said The soryIeler, If | wasn't sho
hree times IhI ough the body al Water
90; and by the holy poker! the three
balls that went hrough me rolled out o
me on the other side, 10 STATE o
fusion, from The heat ! was in
Holy mother, hear hlm, ejaculaled
loud the solitary Irishmap, hitting his
knife and fork IN The air, and looking a
The ceiling.
What's that you say sir'' enquired
Ihs hero of Waterloo, with a mosl lero-
CIous aud annIhIIallng SIale ST his neigh.
OOr.
Owl word have ! uttered, sir,
,aid the dsbeIeving lrishman, miuglng
very grave air ol respect with so d'oI
manner as fairly give the lie TO hIs
words.
That's enough, SIR returned The
gentleman whose blood was so hot as
melt bullets; ior'hwilh he proceedeo
with hi, fancy work, seemingly deter
mined, after The interruption, TO astons
nis neighbors I'LL more.
But, gentlemen, that's not hail so Gu
rlous as what followed for true as thI'
G-n French port is genuine and una
duIteraled logwood and vinegar, lh
,wo d IN my hand gol so hot that ,h'
lemper went out OF II as well as myself
aud when | hi, my twen'y-nlH'h mar
m the head, The blade had become S,
oft that it lurned into cork screw, an'
[ pulled the Frenchmau's head OF
last like cork from claret bottle
Mother of Moses, hear tha' eXc|aln
ID The other lr shman, over his mul
ton.
:. beg your pardon, but | think yor
made an obsel yalion,' said the hercu
lean son of lhe sod, again turning rounC
and dsr,ng wl,herlng trown at HI,
,eighbor.
.Divl word came from my lips
,wore Pat 10 the same droll and con
trad c ory manner he had used beIore1
'Thsl's enough, SIr,' SAID the l''S'
lion of " arerIoo and on he went reIa
lng his achievements.
BY the immortal Saint Dominick
md if that is not an lrIshmsn's oath!
then, by The rusty buckle of Saint Pat.
lick's left sandal (Which every on,
knows is now in pickle in The Tower oI
London among the Jewels OF The CROWN
thirteen widows, made by myself OF
tha, field Of Waterloo, have since mad
love 10 me; and, soldier as | am, | am
ashamed to own it, Tor soldier in love
as we'll as wal, ran away from them all,
and you see Inc here before you an un-
bachelor, after breaking
Ihe heads OF a dozen French regiment,
40 the hearts of thirteen officers wives
Now Pm satlsGedD exclaimed The f..
,etiousIy lncreduIous party of the sec -.
ond part, jumping up aud dashlng down
MS knife and fork
What's that, sup roared the lion al
so jumping up, and STOPPING from his
Gigantic stature 10 thrust his nose into
rhe other ge,en 5 face.
/ say Pm satisfied; as I'm sure every
one ought to be after clearing oh that
plate Of mutton
'sr, IFS my opiou,' said The military
gentleman from Waterloo, shat you
Ion'l believe what Pve been saying.
'Tro,h | do lhen-every word Of IT,,
and PIl wager you small roll of 81
Municipality paper that there is not an
other genlIemun present that dare say
as muchn
That's enough, sirn said the lion.
Pm salisfedn said the lamb; and
the several gentlemen went 10 adjusting
heir accounts with the walters. S.-Ptca.
yune.